I can’t bring myself to let go of his hand, where it’s still holding his above our heads. He doesn’t seem to mind, judging by the soothing rub of his thumb over my palm. It’s almost sweet, and my throat feels a little tight at the thought. I don’t want to evaluate my feelings about Nico too closely, and most certainly not when he’s lying naked and sweaty beneath me. Turning my head, I lay my cheek on his shoulder, close my eyes, and breathe.
