Memory 15
You loved kissing more than sex. I found that weird for multiple reasons. I never understood your obsession with kissing.
You kissed me in the library. In front of Rosh and nipped my lower lip until you tasted blood. I slapped you for that. I had never felt that violated. That included the time NGO's forced me into this country. I respected your boundaries. I thought you had the sense to respect man too.
"You stupid man, I am not your bitch."
You flinched at the words. I couldn't care less. You broke an unspoken rule. You invited yourself in.
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