His kisses are intoxicating. They render me speechless every time, without fail. And this time was no exception. He walked us backwards a few steps until I was pressed against the door. His hands came up to the sides of my face, as if to hold me in place. I was so drunk on his touch that I didn't know if my mind was racing, or if it was completely blank. He was devouring me with this kiss. He was ruining me.