Next to You (Next, #2)

by Hannah Bonam-Young

‘Are you flirting with me?’ I ask. Or at least I think I do. His soft, single laugh surprises me. ‘For more than a year now. Thanks for noticing.’ He kisses next to my ear.

‘You’re incredible, Lane. I’ve been wanting this – my name on your lips, my fingers getting you off, my mouth all over you – for more than a year. You’re scared, I get it. You don’t want more?’ I shake my head, even as I approach what I suspect will be an earth-shattering orgasm. ‘Yeah…’ He licks his lips. ‘We’ll see about that,’ he says, capturing my lips in a kiss and pushing two fingers into me.

whenever I think of you, I inhale for a long ten seconds, soaking in the moment, and then exhale all my love for you out into the ether, hoping you’ll feel it somehow.