• I'm not the type to get my heart broken
    I'm not the type to get upset and cry
    'Cause I never leave my heart open
    Never hurts me to say goodbye'





    With all these thoughts still swimming in my mind, he pulled away and looked at me in the eyes. “I love you, Jessie. I love you so much, you know that, right?” He put his hand on my face, his thumb right in front of my ear, stroking my cheek as he leaned forward. I nodded and struggled to stop my tears as his lips met mine. He started it slow and soft that I barely felt his lips at all.But I liked it. We were moving in sync, he grazed his tongue on my lips and I pulled back, sighing. “Not here, Justin. We can’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut, as if he were trying to control himself from bursting out in some motion - not sure what. He opened his eyes and I saw a mixture of love, lust, fury and guilt. He looked like he was going to say something, but instead he pulled me in for another hug and I snuggled my face into his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.


    ©Jaydee Elliot
    Start' June 1st, 2011


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