Out of Sight

by Cleo White

“I promise not to fuck you senseless tonight, but just so we're clear”—I unbutton my shorts and kick them away so I'm standing before her wearing only black boxer briefs—”I want to. Very badly.”

“I want you more than I want my next breath, sweetheart. Not just the pieces you've decided are good enough to show the world, but fucking all of you.”

I've had a lot of first kisses in my life, but I know this one will be my last from the moment I get my first taste of her.

“I’m coming for you, Isobel Bradley,” I joke quietly, my voice strained from the effort it takes not to kiss her all over again. “You can run, but you can't hide.”