27.

We didn't get enough time, but perhaps that was meant to be.

I wanted more time, I needed it. It was never enough, and I think he thought it too.

But when two people make a mistake, it doesn't take long for the consequences to follow.

And we had made a lot of mistakes.

This kiss was slow and intoxicating, but still so hungry, much like our first. I didn't even care that he hadn't pulled back and admitted he had missed me too - his actions were the only confirmation I needed, as we lost our breath to each other. His lips were soft, and there was no hint of alcohol on his tongue, which I was glad for, because I wanted this to mean something to him too, not just to me.

"What do you want me to do, Dove?" He pulled back for air, panting, his lips now a deep red shade, and swollen.

"I don't know," I breathe, and go to wrap my arms around his neck to bring him back into a kiss again, but he resists.

"Yes you do. You're lying. You're always lying to me, Dove."