HUNDRED AND TEN

NORA

The coast is clear.

That was exactly what I thought the moment my lips descended on his.

It was potent, the pinpricks of awareness racing down my spine and spreading through every nerve ending.

The blanket of heat and unpleasant odors in the air fade away as our lips locked.

He wasn’t pushing me away. The flush of his body against me told me he wanted not even the barrier of our clothes.

I realized I was fine gone into the back of my head that I was no longer thinking the same.

This wasn’t what I came here for. My mind was made up, or so I thought yet here I am, making out with him.

“That…” I began, soon as we drifted apart.

“That was a mistake.” He finished.

Just before he turned on his heels and left.

He looked offended. He could have let me finish but he preferred being the gentleman.

My hand reached out for him, my mouth irrelevant with my heart decision. ‘Stay’ the one thing I was ready to say but he was out of the kitchen already.

I feel like I just made a bad deci