"I love kissing you"

So do I.

Damn me, so do I

"Your lips were made for me, Augustine" he pauses "everything about you was made for me"

I felt his cold lips on my neck and I knew that I should have felt scared or something but I didn't. I just wanted him to kiss me again. And again, and again until I wasn't me anymore, until I was molded into someone else. Until I floated away.

Fuck my life.

I moved My hand to his cheek in an antagonizing slow movement that was frustrating but
I had to move slow.
Slow and deliberate.
I couldn't move too fast and ruin the moment like the last time
"do you still want to eat me?"

I felt his smile in my stomach.
"yes" he said in a whisper.
"but it's gotten bearable"

I rolled my eyes "how reassuring"