4: Your hands

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Your hands wrap tightly around my waist and you push me up on the wall that was once behind you. The wall was covered with graffitis adding to your gangster aura that formed because of your cigarettes.

You roughly kiss me and wrap my legs around your waist. You continue to deepen the kiss and I helplessly remain controlled under your touch. You pulled the collar of my sweater exposing shoulder and you roughly bit onto my bare flesh.

"Jackson" I moaned tangling my hand in your hair pulling you closer. You let me down snapping back into reality as I said your name out loud. You sighed picking up the pack from the floor and stuffing it into your jean pocket.

"Jackson please" I pleaded "this will kill you Jackson please, for me just stop." You looked at me your eyes emotionless. I really had no idea what was going on in that head of yours.

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