MIKO
It feels good.
So, so good.
There are so many people that the heat of the place is suffocating.
But all that exists is Jude's lips. His lips on mine. His tongue in my mouth. Kissing him mutes the world, his gasps tickle inside my mouth, and I swallow them.
Kissing him feels like coming home after a long day. It eases all the pain, all my demons, and raging wars in my mind stop.
I feel alive.
So it doesn't matter if all we have done ever since we decided to dance is make out.
Filthy make out in front of so many people in public.
I never want to come up for air, but then he pulls just a breath apart, forehead on mine.
"Should we be worried?"
"Why?" I ask with a smile, swaying us slowly even though the song is upbeat.
"Kissing like this ...someone could recognize us. bwe could get in trouble."
" No one," I take those wet plump lips in mine again before sucking them with an audible pop. "Knows us. No one gives a fuck."
