His arms tighten around me, and we roll until I’m beneath him. The kiss deepens until it stops being one kiss and becomes a whole conversation, one I’ve waited so long to have that I scream every syllable of it. The room dissolves into skin and breath and the faint rustle of cotton sheets. There is a terrifying rightness to his lips moving over mine, as if we’ve done this a thousand times when we’ve barely begun.
