My tongue ran over my lower lip and I could taste the sin. It was thick and heavy in the air, and it made my head swim as I gazed into Abel’s ocean-colored eyes. I wondered whether he tasted it too, whether his heart was pounding in his chest. I wondered most of all if it was artificial – a haze of adoration brought on by the pills. It had been so long since I’d wanted that; I didn’t trust my own thoughts, but if felt too good to care.

My tongue ran over my lower lip and I could taste the sin. It was thick and heavy in the air, and it made my head swim as I gazed into Abel’s ocean-colored eyes. I wondered whether he tasted it too, whether his heart was pounding in his chest. I wondered most of all if it was artificial – a haze of adoration brought on by the pills. It had been so long since I’d wanted that; I didn’t trust my own thoughts, but if felt too good to care.

– Teresa Mummert –

Perfect Lie

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