Pressing me against the table, Alina's lips lingered at the corner of my mouth before drifting lower. The warmth of her breath brushed my skin as she kissed me again, unhurried.
Her perfume filled the space between us, overwhelmingly familiar. Her hands gripped my body like they had nowhere else to be, never loosening no matter how I shifted beneath her.
Her mouth reached my neck.
I sucked in a breath and pressed my palm against her shoulder, stopping her.
"Wait!"
My voice came out lower than I intended.
"Last time you left your lipstick mark on my shirt."
She paused, lips hovering just short of my skin. Then she smiled brightly.
"Then we can do it without clothes."
She whispered it like a solution, but her hands were already moving, fingers brushing the buttons of my shirt as if she had already decided.
I caught her wrist before she could go any further.
"Or..." Forcing myself to meet her eyes, I spoke.
"...we don't do it for once."
