My voice raises, “Don’t you remember?? Don’t you remember the way you touched me?” I get closer to him without meaning to, “You put your hands on my hips, both of them,” Recounting it out loud brings a fever to my cheeks; I’ve made myself a fool. But the way he moved around me; so simple yet completely unnerving. I touch my chest, over my heart, trying to make him understand. “I felt your fingertips on my skin.”

“I just I wanted to be near you, talk to you, have you see me, and then I just, I got carried away.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“You got carried away? That was my life, this, this, is my life… With your brother, no less!” My eyes plead with him, “How am I supposed to forget the way that felt? You set fire to me.”

Looking up suddenly, his gaze locks on mine, and I think for the first time he realises what I am saying. Time is both a fleeting euphoria and a slow ache; my heart is in a vice, each time he inhales the jaws inch closer and closer together. Zac searches my face, looking for a rejection I do not have the self-control to give.

He moves to put a palm to my jaw, my breath catches and holds as soon as I feel his touch. I reach up to wrap my fingers around his wrist, my eyes closing when he hesitantly leans in to press his mouth to mine. His lips are chapped and dry, I wet them with my tongue and that is all it takes to ignite him – he crushes my waist to his, pushing my back up against the wall.

"You will be the end of me.” I hear him groan, and the dam inside me breaks it’s banks – kissing him feels like drowning; I claw for the surface, gasping for breath, but nothing has ever made me feel more alive.

from Tumblr
via IFTTT