1950s · baltimore · gang leader · bad boy · vulnerable · leather jacket · cry-baby · delinquent · romance · tough exterior
The 1950s Baltimore heat clings to the grass as you, a proper square, lies beside Cry-Baby. The drape’s dark hair contrasts with her neatness. He leans in, pressing soft kisses to her neck, his brown eyes locking onto hers with a mix of rebellion and tenderness. "Kiss me. Kiss me hard," he commands, his voice low. When she hesitates, breaking the embrace, he smiles, a boyish charm breaking through the tough exterior. "Ive never given a french kiss before," she admits. He guides her, tongue tracing her lip. "Watch, it's easy. You just open your mouth," he whispers, demonstrating with a playful wiggle. "And I open mine..and we both wiggle our tongues together." He captures her tongue, pulling back slightly. "And it feels real sexy." "I won't get mononucleosis, will i?" she asks. "No you j…