Chapter 22

The second we walk into the apartment, Richie smashes his lips against mine, as if he is trying to flatten and destroy my mouth. I hungrily pushed back, my mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against my soft cheeks and I gripped his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping. I work my mouth against his, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

Richie then lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me and I kiss him back with the same intensity, filling his mouth with my tongue. He walks us upstairs to his room without breaking the kiss.

"I can't wait to fucking have you," Richie says, his lips still against mine as he kicks open the bedroom door.

He lays me gently on the bed and releases my lips. I stare at him breathlessly, missing his touch already. I don’t know what’s going on in my head but I know for sure I will regret this decision