C27 Again

=Olivia==

Why did I keep doing this to myself. Why? Someone please tell me. Right now, my lips were locked on Matteo's. Again.

Matteo had me around his finger, and like a puppet I couldn’t help but play by his strings. My back was slammed against the wall, and his whole body faced me. I was a mess. Mourning helplessly. There was no way I could contain it. I wanted this to stop