Introduction

"When something wrong feels so right, and something right feels so wrong, but he's too addictive to quit and too obsessed to let go."

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"Was it good? " toned laced with sarcasm, I made sure it was on point.

"Yes, so good. Want a taste of it? "

Furrowed brows, "I think that's the last bottle. "

"Who says you need another bottle? "

Before I could process what Krist said, he pulled me by my jeans and slammed his lips against mine. Quickly, his tongue asked for access inside my already slightly ajar mouth. His lips was cold and his tongue taste like whiskey, like as promised. It was all sudden yet I managed to respond as soon as I came to my senses.