His entire body had you planted to the wall; his face so close
you couldn't look at him without going cross-eyed. You were
positive he could feel your heart rattling inside your
ribcage. Your muscles tensed as his lips rained on your neck,
growing blossoms of bruises on your skin. It wasn't until a moan
sprung from the back of your throat when you realized you'd been
holding your breath.
