Sunny&Gin {Book Two}

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November 7, 2013

His lips taste like black licorice, and though I've never liked that licorice, I do now.

And they're all over me. His hands, not his lips. His hands find my hair, then my neck, and then they're traveling down to the ground, and around my torso, lowering me onto the pavement; the pavement that hurts; the pavement I'm not paying attention to.

But damn him; I was gonna kiss him first.

-Dragonette