Another short excerpt from my #wip #ToFindCourageInADrink

He thinks he’s being cute. He is. 

You roll your eyes as theatrically as you can manage while hoisting yourself back up on the edge of the bed. His hair is disheveled and falls in ringlets over his right eye. You reach to push it back, but he breaks your concentration with a kiss. Kissing him back in the most convincing way possible, you resist the feeling that your heart is elsewhere. You shove thoughts of the possibility that you left your heart in that tiny college town back down your throat as his tongue grazes your teeth. If you have no heart, how could you feel the blood coursing through your veins in this very moment? Yes, you must have a heart still. You shut your eyes tighter, focusing on the pressure of lid against lid, hoping it’ll be enough to shut your dark thoughts within. Right now, the only thing that matters is that you’re not alone in this crowded city.