I kissed her.  I kissed her so that
she could feel my regret, my desire to do right, the way that she had a piece
of me now and I wasn’t letting go.  I kissed her because I had to and kissing
her made me feel better.  When I lifted my head her mouth looked puffy and damp
and her eyes were glassy with banked passion.

I missed you too.

Auteur: Jay Crownover