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RAVEN
Our kiss is warm,passionate, and binding––a story in itself. The more we kiss, the tighter my chest gets as my emotions grow.
It’s like a dam has burst open, and things start flowing without logic. There’s no explanation for how I feel.
We’ve kissed so many times before. We’ve touched and felt the lust.
We’ve played and teased and stirred each other up.
We’ve made each other feel the anger.
But now it’s different. Our souls kiss, our brains connect, and our bodies learn to live as one more so than before.
His hand moves away from my hair and trails my spine, my rear, and my thighs.
The same hand comes to my front, cups a breast, squeezes my flesh, flicks the nipple, and curls around my neck.
The air stops flowing into my lungs while a spike of energy surges through me, making me hungry for him.
Thoughts rush to my lips, wanting to admit the truth. It’s a scary truth that leaves me breathless, like his kiss.
I can’t do this. I can’t confess. Why?
Why should I?
And how do I know if it’s real? It’s real. But how do I know if he feels the same?
Yeah. That.
I don’t know.
No.
I won’t do it.
No, no… There’s no way I can say those words. I don’t want to ruin it for myself.
I’m not a coward, and I'm not frightened, but this is too serious.
How he makes me feel it’s too damn serious.
I feel affection for Alejandro. And I couldn’t let Francisco go.
The sex with them is amazing. It’s smooth. Pleasurable. Fantastic when we’re all together. We can’t pull away from each other, and we engage with one another easily.
While doing that, we consume our longing for each other, at the same time living our individual stories.
But our stories ebb and flow.
Sometimes they end. Sometimes they flow.
That’s not how I feel when I'm with Kai.
Kai feels final.
Kai is different.