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“We should probably get to bed”

The words sound like estion Nevertheless, I rise to mine

“We should,” I agree airily, the roohtweight I’ve downed all of one cup’s worth of wine and I’ him

Daring hi hi but my lips hadn’t yet

Right now, a battle of wills is happening Deep sapphire wide-set blues against my own baby blues And the winner takes all Only problem is, I’m not sure what either of us wants or if even we know

This is so wrong, a voice reminds me I turn away

“I’m sorry,” Clayton says softly

I turn back to him with a rebuke on my lips For him not to be sorry, that it’s too late for sorry But I twist straight into his lips

The kiss blasts into me A whole wave of sensation overtakes every nerve in my body

All tendrils of thought die upon contact with this feeling As his hands sweep over me and our lips mash over each other’s, there’s only this

When he finally draay, tugging a bit of roans

“Stevie…”

This ti my hands roa to have to finish what he started Because right now, there’s no roo

My hands feel the iertips sloeeping around as if reading sign language on a wall Meanwhile, his tongue is stabbing into my mouth with the foreplay of where we’re headed Instead of the fear this should inspire, it only sends an excited tingle to between s

Oh yes Were we ever really going to avoid this?

As I feel his chest under his cotton t-shirt, it suddenly occurs to lory of the s , I coat them with my oral adoration I kiss and nibble my way in crisscrosses across his torso, like an intricate sort of quilts