but i kissed him and he kissed me , hard , very hard , so hard it was like he was drinking me in and then it was as if some shuddering dam finally burst and we could n't get close enough ; we were pressing together and kissing and i had never been so thirsty and we were trembling and his hands were all over me and mine were on him , and his mouth tasted of smoky sweet tea and then , somehow , we were on the rug and he was moaning into my mouth and then his hands slid beneath the flannel shirt and touched me , me , only me , only my skin and then ... and then my scars shrieked .