Wasted

"Why are you here?” I ask unsurely

He doesn’t answer he just stares his eyes flicking every now and then to my lips. I cross my arms to show he is unwelcome. He takes a step forward and I take one back and again.My back hits the wall and my breath is ragged from our close proximity. No I don’t like this.He has both hands on the wall, either side of my head. He towers over me and looks me in the eyes as if he can see my soul.

“To do what I should’ve done a long time ago”

And with those words said, he lowers his head and crashes his lips to mine. My mind is telling me to stop, but my arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. My mind is racing why am I doing this after everything he has done to me, but I already know the answer.