Free Save Me From Myself by Stacey Mosteller

feel how much he wants me. Feeling his hardness against my backside makes my stomach tighten, and I can feel my panties become damp. When I push back against him, he growls and turns me around to face him. Placing one hand on the small of my back, he uses the other to grip the hair at the base of my neck to pull my head back so that he can seal his mouth to mine.
    David’s lips are soft and coaxing, a complete contrast to his hand on the nape of my neck. He’s doesn’t push to deepen the kiss, only resting his lips on mine, as he lets me dictate what happens. My tongue darts out and licks the seam of his lips until his mouth opens to let me inside. As soon as our tongues touch, he takes over the kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the way he tastes. There’s just a hint of whiskey on his breath, and a taste that’s uniquely him. We kiss for what seems like forever, and he never tries to take it further. He just kisses me like I”m his reason for breathing, like he’ll never get enough of me, and it’s an exhilarating feeling.
    Suddenly, he pulls back and places a gentle kiss on my mouth. As he lifts his head, he murmurs, “I’ve been wanting to do that all week,” making me tingle. I look up at him questioningly, not understanding why he stopped. He must know what I’m thinking, because he says, “The band is getting ready to come back on, and you have a review to finish. I also need to go check on the bartenders and make sure everything is running smoothly. I’ll be back when the band’s done and we can talk some more, okay?”
    I just nod, I can’t think of anything else to say.
    ***
    It’s late, and the band finally wrapped up their set. The bar is starting to clear out, and I’m finishing the notes for my review, although I can’t really remember much of what I heard tonight because I’ve been replaying dancing with David since I sat down.
    I’m so engrossed in the mental images of us dancing, and the remembrance of his front against my back, that I don’t notice Jeremy sit beside me until he speaks, “Don’t fuck with his head Lyric. He doesn’t need or deserve that kind of shit.”
    I’m startled, and don’t really know what to say, so I just respond with, “I’m not trying to fuck with his head. I really like him Jeremy.” My voice is soft, like I’m afraid to admit just how much I do like him.
    He nods, “He likes you too. I’ve never seen him into a girl this much before. Especially one with trust problems, and what looks like a shit ton of baggage. I know I don’t really know you, but I just don’t want to see him be hurt by you again.”
    My chest clenches painfully at the reminder of the fight we had earlier. Before I can say anything else to try to reassure Jeremy, David approaches with who I now know is his sister. As they get closer, you can see the family resemblance between them. If I hadn’t been so convinced he was no better than Matt, I would have seen it sooner.
    “Lyric, this is my sister SarahBeth. SB, this is Lyric.” David introduces us. SarahBeth grins widely, and responds with, “Fancy running into you again Lyric.” I feel my face burn at the reminder. David is looking between us, brows furrowed like he’s trying to figure out what she means, so I place my hand in hers and shake it. She grins, knowing exactly what I’m trying to avoid, and whispers, “I’ll tell you later.”
    The four of us, and Anna, sit chatting for a few minutes. I discover that Jeremy is an architect, and SarahBeth is a graphic design major at NOSSI with her best friend Olivia, one of the girls who was with her last night at the mall. After we talk about her school, and her plans for after graduation, she turns and asks Jeremy to take her home.  
    Once they’re gone, David turns to me and asks what I’m doing the following night. When I say nothing, he invites me to his house for dinner, and I accept, wanting to learn more about