Jinx loved kissing you.

Most of the times, she loved touching you, she loved being with you, but kissing you was definitely what she loved doing the most. Whether it was a quick, teasing kiss when you passed her, lips against your jaw when you handed her something, or her mouth brushing against yours mid-conversation, it was as if she couldn’t stand not touching you.

She was affectionate, starved for softness in a world that never gave her any, and you couldn't help but give in to her clinginess. During those deep, messy kisses, your head would spin a little. Every time, you felt warmer—lighter, more alive. You didn't realize what the shimmer laced to her bloodstream would do to you, not until you started craving it.

Your body itched for it, your mind buzzed without it. On those times when she broke the kiss too fast, you felt cold—empty. She noticed how off you had been acting, how you seemed shakier than usual, and she connected the dots once you started making out with her out of the blue.

With her on your lap—long nails massaging your scalp as her lips moved against yours—, she finally noticed why you seemed so on edge. She pulled away from your mouth and laughed, one of her hands leaving your hair to cup your cheek. "Guess I really do it for ya, huh?" She teasingly asked you, her thumb brushing over your swollen, bottom lip.