I came across the first letter, two days after our last...almost-kiss at the basketball court bleachers.
The memory still sent violent tingles up my spine whenever it popped up in my head. And it always popped up at the most inappropriate moments, too.
In class. While I was taking a bath. While I was trying to study for an impromptu test. During breakfast...
It was insane.
The kiss had only been a slight brush of his lips against mine. Barely even there. But it had sent a viscerally electrifying sequence of delicious chills throughout my whole body, awakening something feral and impetuous, and just downright debilitating, within me.
I craved him even more now. More. More of everything. More of him. All of him. Everything he had to give. I wanted it all.
