You are mine. Mine.

Sins

Her lips were pushed right against his.

The kisses were sloppy, fast, and quick yielding. His hands travelled down her body caressing her skin in certain places.

She kept her hands at his neck and played with the curls at the nape. Her voice was muffled against his lips.

I don't think she was saying anything intelligent anyways. It was probably just drones of moans.

The numbness was real.

It was true that he didn't know I was there. He probably had no clue, but here I was.

Bile tasted sour at the base of my throat. Anger flared in my veins. Jealousy is a very ugly feeling.

The feeling of a thousand needles pricking down my skin, causing small traces of blood to trickle and pool down my body.

A very ugly feeling indeed.