He's got a Death-Grip on my Heart

Within an second, he was in front of me. One of his arms pinning both of mine above my head while he raised an eyebrow as if waiting for me to spit fire.

"What do you want from me?" I said, bravery in my tone.

Instead of replying, all I got was my body being pushed closer to his. And in a single moment, I couldn't think straight. Not with his minty breath fanning my face as he leaned forward. Feel. That was all I could do. Feel his lips running up my neck, skimming my collarbone, and teasing my own as they brushed ever so lightly against mine. My legs felt like jelly and all I could do was hold onto him for dear life.

"I want you, just you." he managed to choke out. His mood had shifted in an instant and truth be told, I had never heard him this way. So caught up, so honest, so vulnerable.

"I-I can't do that." I stuttered, still clutching his chest.

"I know" he replied, eyes hard. "but I'm not willing to let you go that easily."

It was then that I looked up, and knew. I knew that right then, I had to let go.

"What will it take?" I said, regaining my voice. "What will it take for you to leave me and never look back?"

"Kiss me" He demanded

And so I did.