We went for coffee downstairs, but we didn’t make it to the kitchen. We were pressed up tight in the hallway, my back against the wall as he slammed his body into mine. My kiss was ready, his was rough and deep. I loved it like that. That’s I guess what led to that first tickle of knowing. That sneaky little dance inside that wanted more. I wanted rough and deep. I wanted to lose myself to his touch. And he felt it. Holy fuck, he felt it.
