Either my kiss is magic or Adam has had a miraculous recovery from his earlier unsteadiness, because as his tongue slides against mine, the lines of his body transform in some ineffable way—he’s planting himself, growing roots that go straight through the surface of the mat and deep down into the ground. It’s the most obvious display of strength I’ve ever felt from him, and having it against me is intoxicating, a shot of something totally pure to my bloodstream.
