His lips are on mine, and everything implodes. This isn’t kissing Mikasa to prove something to myself in a dusty broom closet, isn’t pleasant warmth and mild contentment. It’s explosions and the world falling out from beneath my feet and being
His lips are on mine, and everything implodes. This isn’t kissing Mikasa to prove something to myself in a dusty broom closet, isn’t pleasant warmth and mild contentment. It’s explosions and the world falling out from beneath my feet and being
