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Chapter 5 • Intoxication

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Alisha's POV

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You know that split second of hesitation before you recieve your first kiss?

Your tummy feels like it's manually being tied into a million knots.

Your heart pounds so hard against your ribs. You swore that it personally wanted to escape.

Your lungs feel like a balloon that you've poked a very tiny whole into. Slowly, the air leaves from within you, leaving you breathless.

As the person leans closer and closer, all the hairs on your body begins to stand. You could feel the warmth of that person, but they haven't even touched you yet.

You can feel their breath on your lips.

You close your eyes and inwardly wish and hope that you don't make a fool of yourself. You desperately want this to be perfect.

Then... you feel it. That person's mouth on yours.

It feels forbidden, doesn't it?

As if they were telling you a secret. A secret so guarded that they could only tell you mouth to mouth.

As they mold their lips against yours, they are telling you words. Words you promise to keep a secret by locking your lips with theirs.

The world around you disappears. It's only you, that person, and the secret being told between you two.

What are the words being transfered through your lips?

How long can you keep it hidden?

Will you keep it hidden?

Can you keep it hidden?

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I breathe, pulling my eyes away from his mouth.

Preston was my first kiss. I remember that day like it was yesterday. We were in my living room, and he was about to head home. It was our first day being together as boyfriend and girlfriend. I was young and terrified. I walked him to the door. When I opened it and he stepped through, he turned around and faced me. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around my waist. I had to tiptoe to wrap my arms around his neck. He hugged me gently, like he always did, before we caught feelings for eachother and were just close friends. I knew it was going to happen. I felt it. The anticipation. He softly grabbed my chin. Lifting it up, he leaned down and kissed me. Preston had experience. I was naive. He led me through it. The kiss was a little wet, but it was slow and romantic. It was exactly how I wanted my first kiss to be and feel like. When he left, and I closed the door, I couldn't stop smiling. I smiled that whole day. All I could think about was that kiss. Days after that, I was addicted to his lips. I pulled him away whenever I could to steal a kiss from him. Preston was the first boy to give me a hickey. My first tounge kiss. All those things. But... that's all we ever did. We never went out. It was just his house or mine. Kissing and touching and making out all day. After a while of it, I got tired. Bored. Also, he wasn't trying to change it. I felt, in a way, used. So, I left him. I haven't seen him since.

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I look away and reach for the door,"I have to make sure my friends are okay," I muttered under my breath.

"Alisha," Preston says, stopping me again. His hand gently traps mine,"Can we just talk for a moment?"

I pull my hand away. He sighs, annoyed.