"Don't poke a fire if you don't want to get burned"~Basic Knowledge.
Vasilisa Smirnov
I shot up from my bed, a strangled gasp escaping my lips. I glanced around the room in a haze, trying to steady my breathing and assess my surroundings.
My eyes glanced all over my body, my shirt stuck to me like a second skin, clinging to the sweat dripping from my skin like a waterfall.
There was no way that could have happened right?
My mind transcended back to the dream like memory.
His entire body went rigid, frozen as I pulled him closer, pressing my lips against his. For a moment, he didn't move. I tightened my grip on the collar of his shirt, pulling him down until he practically lay against me, my back pressed to the warm bathroom wall, the air around us thick and hazy with steam.
