A/N: Ah! I was having some trouble with this part, but
then it took off. I should have Part 7 (what?!) polished up soon, too! Enjoy!!
Warnings: Language. Suggested violence.
Word count: 1,700+
Work had consumed your life, and you gladly let it.
Anything to get your mind off of whatever it was that you went through. You
didn’t allow yourself to call it a breakup. You were never actually with Kylo.
Sure, the relationship was bound to flower into a romantic one. But it hadn’t,
not yet. There was only one dinner date, drinks, and a kiss. One solitary
But you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about it.
You had never been kissed that passionately before. The more you thought about
it, the worse it got. Every time you recalled the moment, there was something
new you remembered. The way his hands commandingly grasped the sides of your
face. The way he pressed you against the wall. You would think that was it. But
next time you remembered how his hair ticked your cheeks, or, god-forbid, those
damn lips of his. It was enough to drive you crazy.