𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟖𝟕

iv. fire of my loins

"EPISODE 4"
june 16, 1987

"hey, c'mon," he coaxed, his voice barely above a whisper as he pinched my waist.

i buried my face in the crook of his neck, the tips of my ears glowing pink.

"hey," i breathed against his honeysuckle skin, "that's– that's enough."

he nudged me off his shoulder and grabbed my face between his two hands, digging his fingers into my skin.

i gazed into his brilliant, onyx jewels that were heavy with determination.

he didn't spare another second when he pressed his lips roughly against mine, gripping onto me for dear life.

"hmph, s-stop," i mumbled, using my hands to push him off. it did nothing.

his mouth lingered on mine for a moment longer before he rolled off me.

i adjusted my shirt and wiped the saliva off my face.

he grinned stupidly as he watched me, "i apologize, love."