Chapter 32 Unrequited

• Rachel
• I've been in love with my neighbour for years. I wish I could say I had some self-respect when it came to him. I wish I could listen and forget about him when he blatantly tells me he doesn't like me. I wish I could say that when he kissed me last night for the first time, I didn’t kiss him back, or that I pushed him away and ran from him. But the moment his soft lips touch mine again, I lose all sense of time, place, and space. I lose all rationality.
• I kiss him back instantly. His kiss is not gentle or romantic; it is demanding, passionate, and possessive. He kisses me as if he wants to devour me, and it feels incredible. He takes my face in his hands, deepening the kiss. Our lips move in sync, his tongue tempting and brushing. Our breaths quicken, and I feel like I could pass out at any moment from the intensity of this kiss.