He Kissed Me Like I Was His Sister
He Kissed Me Like I Was His Sister, and I Knew I Was Alone Again. Just two weeks ago he’d been chasing me like he was a hunter and I was the prize he’d been searching for his entire life. “You’re so beautiful,” John would text me out of nowhere in the middle of the day. A smile would bloom on my face. I’d blush. I’d feel this heat in my chest and this wonderful, terrible hope growing in me. I’d feel myself start to fall… “ I could fall in love with you ,” he whispered after the first time we “made love,” “had sex,” “hooked up.” Whatever you want to call it, it was amazing. I wanted him from the very first moment we met, but I made him wait. I wanted him to feel like he “earned” me. But it was our fourth date and we were kissing on the couch… And I inhaled the good masculine smell of him and felt the strength in his arms… And I felt so safe and protected and desired… And afterward, we lay...