Our Broken Pasts [Editing] | #Wattys2017

Chapter Thirteen

Hailey

Will's lips on mine had been something I'd only dreamed about. The real life version was so much better. Soft, firm, and extremely talented, his mouth devoured mine. He bit my bottom lip, causing me to moan. Our cold lips quickly warmed, heated by the intense friction. I wanted him everywhere. Parts of me that I didn't know still existed were aching from wanting more. More of his lips, more of his wandering hands, which now gripped my hips, pulling me into him, more of him for all time.

Breathing heavy, we broke apart as the foghorn blast sounded, signalling the end of the game. Will brought his hand up to cup my chin and force my eyes to meet his. With one last peck of the lips, he took my hand and led me out of the woods.