Death Of Love

Chapter 1

"Do you have a boyfriend?" You whispered in my ear, as I'm sitting on your lap, this being this first time we've hung out in months.
"No." Shaking. Scared. I'm terrified of why you asked.
"Then I won't feel bad about this"
Leaning in, I'm breathing heavily. A centimeter was the distance between the our cold, chapped lips. I lean in the rest of the way.

I'm fucked. Totally fucked. WHY AM I DOING THIS?!

Our breaths get heavier, as we haven't pulled apart yet. I wish we hadn't, but I had to.

As we pulled apart, I stood up as did he.

Walls. That's what I pressed him against. The concrete wall under the train tracks.

Our lips colliding again, strong, sexual tension.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF ?! KISSING FIRST ?! ARE YOU CRAZY ?! ITS LIKE YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF!

I just kiss harder. Move our lips more.

His hands on my hips, dancing with the fabric of my shirt. My hands on his waist, rubbing circles, gripping tightly to his shirt.

He's just going to use you for sex. You should know that.

We sit down. I know his biggest turn on: biting his neck. So that's what I did. I bit his neck.

As I did that, he let out a quiet, faint moan. That was one of my new favorite noises.

So, as we now sat there in silence, not talking since before we kissed, I held his hand.

You're going to regret this. You won't be able to forget him. Ever.

As he had to go, I realized. Im in love with him.

So, dear Landon Alexander Price,

Here it is. I'm in love with you. And it is not easy.