The Make-out
When I kissed her, it was partly because this woman's innocence was captivating me in ways I couldn't explain. It wasn't just her naivety that drew me in; it was the stark contrast she presented to my world. Jessica represented everything I wasn't – pure, untainted by the cruelty of my reality. Her ability to see the good in people, even after everything she'd been through, was both baffling and alluring.
Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I couldn't help but marvel at how this woman, who had never known violence until recently, could ignite such passion within me. The fact that she had no memory meant I couldn't ask about her previous experiences, but it also meant she approached our encounter with a refreshing openness, unburdened by past traumas or expectations.
