TASTE ME 4

He recovers just as fast as he had started, pulling away from me just as my hand snakes its way into his beautiful, ash blond wisps of hair. I blink, feeling more than slightly disoriented, combined with the loss of feeling in both my knees, I lean into the wall for support.

Pathetic, I was feeling all of this for a slight brush of lips, they barely even made contact, and yet it was the promise of something bigger.

“I am so sorry.”

“I am not.” I quip once the stars stopped jumping around in my eyes to get a good look at him. He takes a giant step away from me.

“I won’t be able to escort you home safely, as I am not in the right frame of mind, but I can call a cab for you.” He looks around us frantically, I assume he wasn’t just looking for a cab, he was trying to make sure nobody saw his sin.

“The heck, are you really going to leave me high and dry, just like that?”

I watch him bite the corner of his lips, the one that was just on mine for a split second, yet that feathery k