Then his mouth brushes my throat,
his lips pressing against my pulse.
A kiss too soft
for the damage it does to my chest.
His breath skims up the column of my neck,
and his nose follows, inhaling me.
Until he reaches the spot under my ear,
kissing there even slower.
I hold still
to stop the tremor in my lungs,
to keep my knees from snapping.
His hand wraps around my neck,
thumb tracing the line of my jaw.
Then his mouth catches my mouth,
all warm breath and wet lips.
“Andrew,” I whisper,
like it’s all I know how to say.
My only language.
Religion.
Direction.
Just Andrew.
His tongue slides over mine,
a slow exhale,
knowing the way in,
knowing me by heart.
This kiss lingers in me,
melts hot in my bloodstream…
One hand buries in my hair.
The other finds my ribs,
my hip, waist, spine,
