Drunk Lust.

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As soon as I step out of the back door, Michael's lips are crashing on mine. He puts his hands on my hips again, guiding me to the nearest wall behind me. I hit the wall a little harder than expected but that doesn't bother me. All that counts are Michael's lips on mine. His kisses aren't sweet anymore. They're filled with lust now. His hands travel up and down my body and when he presses me harder against the wall and diggs his fingers into my skin, I let out a small moan. Michael breaks the kiss only to kiss down my neck and sucking on my sensitive skin right after. My hands find their way under his shirt and I'm sure I'm leaving scratches all over his back. "Michael, what...", I manage to say before he sucks a little harsher, making me moan again. "Ssshh", he says bringing his lips back to mine.
"TAKE A ROOM." I hear someone scream and break away from the kiss. Michael takes a step away from me. About 10 meters away are standing some kids and laughing at us.
"Come on, let's go.", Michael says and takes my hand again. "My parents aren't home.", he whispers and runs his fingers through my hair. "Okay", I answer and we start walking towards his home. Jeez, what am I doing?

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