He placed his hands on my hips. He planted small kisses on the side of my neck until I turned around. I ran my hands over his smooth cheeks. It was the first time Stephen and I had been alone together in a real bedroom, with a real bed, in longer than I could remember. He leaned toward me. His kiss weakened my knee joints. “Stephen.” “Yeah?” “We should wait. We shouldn’t do this. I know we did it in the stairwell that time, but—” “I promise this will be better than the stairwell.” He slid his hands up my shirt. “Stephen.” “Luce. If you want me to go, I’ll go. Just say the word.”
