As if we weren’t both sitting there, already spent, his eyes flare with invitation, and I find myself dropping his hand and capturing his lips with my own, kissing him with my whole heart. Kissing him like I own him. Kissing him like he’s mine. “What are we doing?” he whispers. It’s the same question I asked him only minutes ago, but his doesn’t have the same desperation. This time we were sated and he was nothing but curious. I kiss him softly. “We’re taking one day at a time.”
