as if he found all his air in my lungs.
“It’s… warm rain.
“A whole body high. A hunger that hurts…
“Like I’m freezin’ in front of a slow burnin’ fire I can’t feed fast enough.”
I shake my head. “I don’t kiss anyone.”
It slips out like it means nothing.
His mouth goes still but doesn’t pull away.
He stays—breathing, holding.
His other hand curls into my hair.
“Don’t kiss anyone else like this.”
His voice drags through gravel when he says,
“Let me be the only one.”
I nod.
I fucking nod.
Like—sure, here’s my head to go with that mouth.
Might as well throw in my heart and lungs too.
Then his finger’s a slow grind inside me again.
As if he can’t focus on one sensation
without drowning in another.
My fingers trail down his sides,
nails grazing his skin.
His stomach clenches harder,
and a low, lazy hum floats up from his chest and spills into my mouth.
A small, helpless smile follows,
not knowing what to do with himself.
“What’re you smiling about?” I whisper.
He doesn't answer.
He can't.
He just shakes his head.
I press my palm flat and slide it higher,
