you kissed me, mathew, twice--kind of--once on my forehead and once on my lips. i kissed back, once--definitely--and i know i should feel guilt, but i enjoyed it too much to regret it.
it wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first with you, and the first that truly mattered. you didn't demand more than i was willing to give you, but your lips demanded a reaction from my own, and you got it shamelessly. however, the most frightening part, was the fact that you weren't sloppy with the kiss and you didn't try and rush it either, instead you kissed me as if time were ticking and you were savoring the feeling.
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Nouvelles"i m sorry, mathew, for falling in love with you when I belonged to death the entire time." - a/n: if you don't know, these are letters from ember to mathew, characters i've created in my story: encountering ember on my @aileeanne account. you do no...
