It was a good feeling, being so wrapped up in a person that you didn't know where you ended and they began.
Iwan kissed her feverishly, as if this was the only thing he'd ever wanted in life. His hand went into her luscious hair and held her close, not wanting to part. Her hair was his favorite part, the fiery red locks of--of---
Iwan's eyes opened behind the
mask, a jolt of a thought recalling that the woman he was currently snogging did not have red hair. This woman had dark brown hair, meaning that she was in fact not his girlfriend Marissa. Oy, Marissa would not like this one bit. He continued to kiss her, as his mind couldn't focus on doing much else for more than milliseconds at time, but the nagging voice in the back of his head caused him to loosen his grip.
"What's---your---name?" he said between kisses, his hands resting on her narrow waist. Maybe if she told him her name, he'd have a better sense as to why this felt so good and so wrong at the same time. "I'm---Iwan."
Right, right. Pleasantries should've been exchanged before the snogging began, how rude of him.
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