We melt, falling into one another. Into a kiss of habit, a kiss of what used to be, and a kiss of what could’ve been. Arlo’s body presses against mine, solid muscle backing me into the door. He effortlessly slides his hands past my waist and down my legs, gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me up. With my legs around his waist, he settles himself between them, his hard length grazing my own.
YASSSS😍😍😍😍
