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Initially I want to fight it, but his mouth that tastes like mint gum is a temptation.

I surrender for a minute and grab his hair. Our tongues mix our flavors and leave us panting.

The chemistry between us is unparalleled. Our bodies fit together, our hands know where to explore, our kiss has the perfect rhythm. For a moment, I forget everything. My thoughts turn to him, to what he's doing to me now.

"It’s not going to work out like this” I whisper against your soft lips.

Aaron guides my body backwards until he finds the bed; He lays me down on it and comes over me. I hug him with arms and legs.

"It won't work if you do not trust me" I say.

"Fuck” he yells. Aaron breaks away from my embrace and falls next to me on the bed.

He covers his face with his forearm and breathes slowly to try to calm down. I do not know what this gesture means. Is it too hard to believe me? Is it easier to patch this hole with sex? He can tell me the most horrible things and then act like everything is fine?