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I’ insiderips the sides of my neck and pulls me closer She kisses oing to bruise, then she’s crushing her chest against ers into her waist, bringing her even closer, before I push her back, breaking the connection
She’s panting, wild-eyed, her hair falling out of the braid She glances at Tristan’s empty chair and then looks back at me
"We should stop," I say, but it sounds like a la off at the end
"W-why?" She stutters a protest and I have to admit that it’s nice there are no tears in her eyes "I don’t want to"
I brush her hair back froer on the bruise on her cheek "You don’t even know ood for you… you deserve so much better" Please run away Because I can’t seem to do it myself
Her jaw tenses, like I struck a nerve "I think I should get to decide that"
"Whether I’h for you?" I ask
"Yeah, which I can only decide if I get to know you," she says
Ithe point "This is pretty et"
"That’s never the case," she disagrees, flattening her palid "In fact, most of the time people hide who they really are" Her throat bobs up and down as she ss hard "Most of the time you think you know someone, but you really have no clue"
I think about her boyfriend and how he took his own life, and I can’t even begin to iers around her scarred wrist, still concealed by bands, and grazeit as the truth pours out of me "But sometimes people are exactly who they are And what you see is what you get" I pressthe beat of her erratic pulse "I’h and drunk all the ti art doesn’t have any lides her free hand overhot against s are what you do, not who you are" Her hand is tre froing laces her voice and her big blue-green eyes, and I wonder if this is about et up and walk away because she’s too good for , but she’s so also sad and the little tiny piece of my old self--the one who loved to help everyone--wants to h--help her Even if it’s coain and lightly tugging on ers on her pulse andat her waist Passion and heat consuer up the back ofher even closer, until there’s no more room left between our bodies, then I slip my hand around to her back and underneath her shirt so I can feel the heat exuding froasp as Iat her botto soft kisses on her neck, and she arches it back When I approach the top of her chest, I can tell she gets nervous by the acceleration in her pulse She moans as I start to slip the straps of her shirt down, and the sound nearly drivestime, as my mouth reaches the curve of her breast I pictureher clothes off, knowing that if I slipped inside her it would feel different than it did with the other wo to decide if I want it--the connection--when so profane at us and it’s followed by whistling, and the moment scorches into ash and separates into pieces
We break away fro this time around and neither am I But this time is different, and maybe it’s because it’s not the first kiss Or maybe it’s because I understand her a little bit better, and that she’s not just soet what it h stuff, and for soh, is a mystery
Her lips are a little bit swollen and her chest is heaving "Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this out in the open," she breathes, tracing circles on the back of my neck, as she eyes the tents behind us
"Do you want to try and get close to the front?" I ask, trying to avoid going into the tent with her, because I knoill happen if I do "I think that band you said you love is about ready to start playing"
She cranes her neck and looks over her shoulder at the stage with uncertainty in her eyes "I’m not sure if it’s worth it"
The people surrounding the stage are rowdy, and a lot of girls have given into the singer’s de around topless It’s a really bad scene, and a year and a half ago I’d never have drea to a place like this But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we’re standing in a place we don’t recognize and can’t reet back or if we even want to
I place a hand on her cheek and she quickly looks back athappen to you I promise" I promise I promise I’m so sorry, Lexi
She nods, like she co the backs of her thighs She starts to cliers into her bare skin and lift her back up She gasps in shock as I press her up against s