From Chapter Four: Kelsey’s Return to Her First Kiss
He walked closer and I took a step back. My closet was small and it suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was still looking away from him. What was he doing?
“Look at me,” he whispered, as he took my chin. I yanked his hand away. “Look at me,” he said again, walking even closer. I panicked, dropping the suitcase completely, as I stopped his hands from reaching for my cheeks.
I remained unable to look as he trapped me between the wall behind and him. “What are you doing?”
“You miss him,” he whispered, as he now had his gentle hands on my cheek and my shoulder.
I shot him a glance. “Of course, I miss him! What kind of a mind game is this?”
“It’s not a mind game.” He shook his head. As if to force something he needed to say, he swallowed hard. “Use me.”
“What?” I widened my eyes at his words. What did he mean? I tried pulling his hands away from my body but they remained as they were, holding me, making me want them around me, so I could cry.
He drew me close, pulling my head to his and planted a soft kiss on my lips, making me gasp, making my eyes flutter shut. I moaned, stunned; a man who looked exactly like my first love, kissing me inside a small, warm space.
I could feel his hand tightening, travelling to my waist, as I remained still. He was slowly pressing his body against mine and my eyes leaked a tear I had held for a long time. I moved my hands to his hard chest so I could push him away, but I couldn’t do it. I felt weak. It was like his kiss, the first I had since Seth died, had drained me of all the strength I had gathered up to live alone, with a boy to carry, a boy to raise.
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- Kissing Another Grimaldi by KZ Riman (kzriman.wordpress.com)