kiss his Adam’s apple, then his chin and jaw and finally his lips. I kiss him deep, with tongue, and taste myself, which makes my stomach do a weird twist. Ezra likes it. He seems to like my kissing, so I must be doing okay. He grabs onto my head, holding me in place gently, taking it deeper. It’s like last time: fast and hard and desperate, like he knows that one of us will die in half an hour and he’s going to use every second.
