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The door is barely closed behind me when I am pressed against it, lips crashing against mine with hands roaming all over my body, wherever he can reach.
I have to fight the urge to kiss him back. Kissing him back would be giving him a sign that I want him, and I can't do that. I do want him, so badly, but we need to be apart, not making out or worse, more.
However, with the way he is kissing me he is making it almost impossible for me not to respond. Finally, he notices my lack of response and he steps back.
The look of hurt on his face breaks my heart all over again.
