[Dear Reader, I strongly suggest hearing the song Running Up That Hill - Placebo. Old song but too apt]
"Stop talking!"
Caroline pulled him closer, tugging onto the fabric on his body, taking his lips into hers. And she could hear him take a sharp breath as his hand glided to support the back of her head. She could feel the heat pulsating through her cheeks and wondered for a moment if he was feeling the same wave inside him.
"Mmmm…."
Caroline withered under the touch of his fingers, and momentarily her hands moved towards the right, causing her pen stand to fall from the tabletop with a crashing sound.
'Clank!'
Pens were scattered all around the room.
And suddenly, he disconnected, breaking away their kiss, and Caroline couldn't help but whimper as she couldn't bear to lose his taste for even a second.
"We shouldn't be doing this! Your grandfather is in the living room!"
