She was swift with her actions as her right hand landed slightly in my jeans below my bellybutton.
She yanked me closer fortunately not damaging none of the material. These were new jeans.
The chair moved erratically with a screeching sound across the floor. Now we were dangerously close to each other.
Them brown eyes weren't helping the situation and neither were her parted lips.
Her face moved so close to mine I could feel her breathing. She smelled clean and her breath like mint.
"Think about the way you speak to me dear. I'm not your play boy, and I never will be." She whispered before she claimed my lips.
No fake kisses , no little pecks, I'm talking a tongue delving kiss. A kiss which I participated in as well.
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The Way It Is
Short StoryA young woman was kidnapped by an unsuspecting character and found herself reminiscing of many things from her past. Will she be able to walk away from this situation the same as she was yanked into it? A short story by K.00
