15 1.14. Talk

I don't remember how long we were there kissing in the parking lot. It was like the world had faded in the background and it was only him. His scent, his touch, everything just made me forget where I was or anything else.

My work least of my worries. Nothing. Just me and him. I drowned myself in him, like he was a drug.

Though his kisses had turned even more softer and tender after a while as he peppered them down my throat, nipping at the pleasure point between the juncture of my neck and shoulder, eliciting a gasp from me.

Making me tighten my fingers around his hair and tug at it gently, wanting him even closer.

Breathing harder, pressing closer and nothing but ourselves to tether us to the ground...

Then I blink back to myself as my train of thoughts are interrupted by none other than the source of them.

Clinton.

We had long departured from the McDonald's driveway and to be very honest, my head was still in that parking lot.