The world around us ceases to exist. I’m in no hurry, so I take my time, setting a languid pace he matches, right before he turns the heat up. I lean against the brick wall behind me because I don’t trust my legs, and Lorenzo follows, his hands finding the curves of my hips. He presses his body into mine, and I gasp at how right it feels to be underneath him. He grins against my lips, and I kiss it away to spare myself from craving more. More smiles. More fleeting touches. More of his hard length pressing into my— Rusty hinges creak, and a burst of cold air hits the side of my face. Lorenzo
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