C13 Lowell

I took his glass and headed to the kitchen, pretending I was giving in to him. The reality was, I wanted a glass of wine. The reality was, I’d like to drink a whole bottle of wine and have an excuse to throw myself at Kyle, to run my fingers along that strong jawline and finally know what those lips tasted like…just once. 
Just once, and nobody ever had to know. 
Mental slap