“Can I kiss you, Saylor? Please say I can kiss you,” Kash pleads, the need in his voice rendering me speechless. Like my body has a mind of its own, I nod. It’s slight and barely discernable, but he homes in on the action like it’s the answer to all he’ll ever need to know from this point forward. Kash licks his lips, drawing my eyes to his mouth. He exhales, a relieved smile making a quick appearance, then slowly, his hands cup my cheeks, the warmth of his skin serving as a balm to the anxiety threatening to overwhelm me. I forget how to breathe the second our lips brush.
