60 Days Submission

"You drive me crazy." he whispered roughly. "I'm aching for you."

My thoughts swirl in my head, distorted by his cologne and his voice, as he leaned in closer, trailing the shell of my ear with his tongue.

Resisting him takes a lot if energy, energy that I don't have. I wanted him, but he was no good for me. My life was already screwed up, I didn't need his help to make it worst.

"Are we done here?" pushing him off roughly. "If so, can you please take me home?"

I looked away, not wanting to see the disappointment and regret brimming his green eyes, his forearm propped on the wall close to my head.

"Kiss me." he says hoarsely. "At least give me that much."

I panted softly, remembering the kiss we shared earlier. Licking my dry lips, hoping for any kind of interruption, from just about anyone.

He placed his finger under my champagne glass, lifting it towards my mouth.

"Drink"

I drained the glass, but I would need more than two glasses of champagne to get me through this, wishing for another glass.

"Tell me about the men you have been with."

Shit. Where did that come from?

I took a deep breath. "I don't think this is the most appropriate place to discuss my love life."