#Chapter397
I know it’s because I am still crazily drunk and this way my head can let go a little more, but I don’t care. I’m in the moment for once, and it feels like where I always should be. I stop kissing her to trace my mouth up her neck, to kiss away the marks of that asshole and silently promise to never let it happen again. I push her hair aside to suck and nibble lower, across her collarbone and the soft rise of her body, leading way to her breast.
