𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 | 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠

LOGAN

I lay in my bed that was unmade. I'm not sure when I fell asleep last night after coming back from Paris and driving Brook to her dorm.

I was done not only physically but also mentally and emotionally. Everything that happened yesterday in France cannot be described in simple words. I really couldn't believe that my mind wants to make it clear to me that I only dreamed about it.

It all happened yesterday, I know that. I stroke my eyes as I stretched. I couldn't stop the sound coming out of my mouth out of reflexes. I kept my eyes closed, as I slowly opened them and the wide bright light woke me up gently.

My room was very lightened by the sudden bright sun in winter. It was a total mess. I have to clean up today, I stroked my face. I gently slapped my face to finally wake up.

I had my eyes open now. My gaze was on the ceiling. I focused on the slightly torn paint as the guys had a joke and taped my stuff to the ceiling with tape.

I was in a delusion that wasn't easy to break. My fingers lay on my lips and stroke them. That kiss. I couldn't resist her. Since we left the restaurant, all I wanted to do was kiss her.

My eyes often flowed to her lips. That got stronger when she talked about herself. The stories she told me, and she was so radiant, but also briefly almost crying. I noticed immediately how often she was on the verge of tears. But hearing all of this made me realize that she's not exactly the person she pretending to be.

She is not cold, heartless, or mean. She is compassionate, funny, kind and just a pure soul who doesn't like to talk about herself. Neither does she likes to think about herself. That only made me want her even more.

I had to take the chance at the moment when the warm light was on her skin. Her eyes shone. I put my hand on my bare chest, wanting to feel my heartbeat.

My heart is beating hard against my chest. My body reacts immediately to the memory of the kiss that was between Brook and me.

The way she held back first and then gave me control of herself. She was so picky but still distant. She dropped into my arms. I could touch her. My hand goes down my chest. How I could kiss her. When I put my hand under the covers in my boxer shorts, I feel how hard I was.

I wrapped my hand around it and slowly moved up and down. My eyes narrowed. I clenched my teeth and hissed. "Fuck." her skin was so soft. Her lips I've been craving since the party.

The kiss that didn't have too much but not less tongue. How she let me do everything. How she had her hand on my neck and made the kiss even deeper. I wanted more. See more of her, feel more. "Shit." my hand got faster, my moaning louder.

My thoughts were only with Brook and how she behaves, how she talks to me, how she kisses me. Her body, her voice. I moaned even louder when my hand stopped me before my climax.