“Shut up.” I straddle him and stop his bullshit machismo with a kiss. Hard and demanding. His lips are cold in the rain. A sharp contrast to his heated skin underwater. As we open for each other, warmth builds and spreads from my core outward. Thunder breaks the sky, and this kiss breaks something between us, too. The walls we’ve erected. It feels like our first honest kiss. This isn’t a bit of fun, or just one of us seeking release. This kiss lights up the dark and lays everything bare.
