We’re too close.My chest can’t expand properly.His eyes shift to my mouth, and I recognize that stare.I’ve seen it before; I’ve never stood still long enough for it to land.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
The word is weak.
He hesitates briefly before leaning in.
It’s slow and unhurried.
As if he’s giving me every chance to stop him and already knows I won’t.His hand lingers on my cheek, thumb brushing my skin once before his mouth finds mine.
The kiss lands gently.
Not rushed.Just his lips fitting against mine with devastating certainty.Heat floods through me instantly, a dizzying rush that steals my breath and knocks every thought straight out of my head.My knees go weak.I grip his shirt without realizing I’ve moved, fingers curling tightly as if it’s the only thing keeping me upright.
Fuck.
This isn’t how I remember it.
The memory from when we were fourteen flashes and burns out just as quickly.Too fast.All teeth and nerves and no idea what to do with any of it.That was a kiss you survived.
This is a kiss you feel.
His mouth moves against mine, as if he knows exactly how to break me down.He kisses me deeper without asking, and my body responds immediately.My lips part, and he takes that opening, his tongue brushing mine in a way that sends sparks straight through my spine.
My head spins.
The room tilts.The air disappears.
There is only him.The taste of him.His body’s heat pressing closer.The quiet sound he makes in his throat when I kiss him back without thinking, without holding anything back.
His hand slides into my hair, fingers tangling, holding me steady as the kiss deepens into something slow and consuming.My knees go weak, and I let myself sink into him, logic evaporating, resolve cracking clean in half.
This kiss is everything I acted like I didn’t want.Everything I told myself he couldn’t give me.
My bag slips from my shoulder and hits the floor with a soft thud that I barely notice.My hands clench his shirt, gripping tighter, nails digging into his chest as if I need proof he’s real.
“Fuck, Sam.”He groans into my mouth.
He lifts me as if I weigh nothing.His hands slide under my thighs, and instinct takes over before my brain can catch up.I wrap my legs around him, pulling myself closer, feeling the hard press of his cock against me as my breath breaks into uneven pulls.
The room tilts again.Everything narrows down to him.
He leans back slightly to look at me, forehead pressed to mine, eyes dark but steady.His hands remain steady, not moving to places they shouldn’t.
“Say stop,” he murmurs.“And I’ll stop.”
I know I should.I can feel every rational part of me screaming that this is the moment to step back, to remember who I am and what I want for myself.
But all I can think about is how right this moment feels.How every place where we touch seems to hum.
I don’t say it.I drag in his scent instead—heat, him, and trouble—while my fingers knot in his shirt, and my heart pounds reckless and wild.Want crashes through me, sharp and dizzying, a craving humming beneath my skin.I want his eyes on me, his hands steady and claiming, the way he makes the world go quiet until there’s nothing left but us.
That realization hits as hard as the kiss.Wanting him isn’t the problem anymore.It’s how impossible it feels right now to let him go.
The moment his lips press against mine, I fall.There’s no gradual start, no slow buildup—just fire and desire.His tongue slides along the seam of my mouth, craving more.I open for him, and everything changes.
The kiss turns reckless.Teeth, tongue, and breathless fucking hunger.
