ROSEPush him away. Do it—oh but his lips, firm with a want but gentle to coax me in wanting the same thing. No, I’m going to get hurt again. I tore my lips away and breathed, ‘Stop. We can’t—mmph….’ He pushed my head forward to capture my lips for another round, not giving a chance of second thoughts. His tongue. Mmm…. Stroking mine with his strength… making me feel desirable hence flattered…. Every time he kisses me, I feel wanted…. No—he’s going to change his mind again and leave me—. And my palm pressed harder. My lips broke apart once more. ‘Stop….’ I was already breathless. Uselessly. His warm palm cupped my jaw and lifted my gaze to his face, his thumbs rubbed my lower lip as his deep voice murmured, ‘I can’t… you know I can’t.’My eyes dropped to his mouth and my lips parted with invitation, even though my palm continued pushing, fighting my heart, being realistic. ‘I’m wrong for you,’ I whispered, my chest feeling stuffed again. I could hear my heart screaming curses a
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