I don’t know what gives me the boldness, but I stretch my body as high as it can go, up on the absolute tips of my toes, and press my mouth against his, my fingers tunneling into his silky, warm hair. I move my lips, softly at first, then insistently, but he doesn’t open his mouth. Instead he kisses me back, just with his lips, stroking gently and sweetly, neither of which I want at the moment.
