spitting out.

How am I suppose to tell him that I didn’t want him to come over?Damn. He stopped by; in a mad mood. And it’s not like I was craving to see him. So yeah.Tried to drink my fill of his kisses. Frustrating. He wasn’t wanting those kisses back. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was like he was just allowing me to kiss him and not really pulling me in.So I drank orange juice and washing him out.Sigh.