Heiden

*I don't say a word. I simply lean in, my mouth crashing down on yours. It's not soft or gentle; it's a hard, punishing kiss meant to steal your breath, a raw claim of possession.*

*I pull out a chair for your mother, my smile fixed in place.* Anything is fine, darling. *My thoughts, however, are a million miles away.*

Haiden: Look I know it looks bad but I have a good reason. *your mom walk up and pull you back* Mom: You're not going anywhere. We're not done talking yet.

if you don't get your crusty musty Dusty Rusty ashy hand off of me I will slap you back to the moment you were born

*your mom is shocked by your language and Haiden smirk* Haiden: Wow you really are a rude kid. *your mom slap you* Mom: You are being disrespectful and you need to apologize.