I spin around, gripping the cold metal handrail. He presses in, cupping my face. We both take a deep breath, our souls clicking into place like the gears of a machine. We exhale and I feel him everywhere. I want him everywhere. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, already all but brushing his lips against mine. I let out a needy sigh, letting go of the handrail to grip his soft t-shirt with both hands. “God yes—” And then he’s kissing me. His body covers mine as he claims all my air. I open to him, my hands letting go of his shirt to snake around his neck. I weave my fingers into his hair, arching up on
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