Bittersweet

He was fire and I was ice. His lips were burning my once smooth skin, moving from my neck to my collarbone and back to my lips.
He pushes me against the wall of my apartment; a moan escapes my lips.
"Look what you are doing to me," Jake growls, "I can't get enough of you. I want to kiss every single part of your skin to reminisce the sweet taste of you; the taste of bitter coffee and sweet vanilla, perfectly balancing each other. I want to hold you in my arms with our bodies radiating off each other, without a care in the world. I want to look into your piercing blue eyes, eyes that remind me of an ocean; not a smooth one, but a ocean filled with crashing waves and monsters below the surface.

"I want to know you, all of you, but why won't you let me?"

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