Forbidden Kisses

He looks at me with fire in his eyes. I know I pissed him off. The kiss was a mistake. I have a great boyfriend who loves me, yet once Blake's lips met mine, I saw stars.

He is electrifying and I just want to be shocked again.

"We shouldn't have done that," I feel my heart beating out of my chest, especially the intensity of the way he's looking at me, "it was a mistake. The kiss was a mistake."

He just stares at me in silence. Please say something. But, of course not, Blake just stares. All of a sudden he starts laughing. I raise my eyebrow in surprise. What's so funny?

"You think the kiss is a mistake?" his eyes are bright again, but with humor and disbelief.

With a small voice I say, "yes it is. It's just a kiss that should have never happened. It's not like it meant something!" by the end of my sentence I'm practically yelling. I'm upset. Why can't he just agree and leave me alone?

Blake stalks towards me and pushes me against the locker. His dark emerald eyes stare into my soul. He can see through me and knows I don't regret the kiss, no matter how many times I deny it.

"Listen my little flower, you and I both know that kiss was not a mistake. You say it was a mistake, but your body says a different story." As he speaks, he just trails a finger down my cheek and traces my lips. I shiver at the contact. I feel the electricity coursing through my veins. He smirks because he knows what he's doing to me.

"The kiss can't be a mistake. You know why? That kiss changed my life."

With that being said, his lips smashed onto mine and I couldn't deny: I love his forbidden kisses.