That's because of these marks he left on my neck. And that arm around my shoulder. And all that makes you retch.

Cause things are different this time. The clothes are staying on. My voice is being heard. I'm not an emotional wreck.

And kissing like this was never so good. Cause we're actually talking. And he's actually nice. And he doesn't dive straight for my dick.

And besides the tingling joy of his tongue and my natural muffled yelps, it's like the fifties with him. We're fully dressed and kissing on my bed. It's low-lit and my hand is being held.

And I just about hear the cheesy music in the background.