40: Ask your wife

Dana

His mouth against mine sparked an existential crisis within me.

He had no idea, but his lips on mine were like a drug. The way he kissed me was addictive, and I needed more of him. The sensation that coursed through my entire body was exquisite. No one had ever made me feel like Demian did. He had something different from the rest. I didn't know what it was, but I didn't want it to end. I felt doomed. Demian could stir up a roller coaster of emotions within me, but this feeling was worth it.

My mind fought against my heart. The constant battle continued, and there was no intention of a truce. The conflict between reason and feeling would never end. Demian had me trapped incredibly. A single look from him caused my breath to shorten or quicken. Not to mention his kisses.

Demian had me pinned against the wall, kissing me as if we were still together. Heat seeped into the room, and my breathing became erratic.

Demian was doing this because he was drunk. He probably didn't remember w