Hawke

by Jescie Hall

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He flips my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck to him. “I was thinking about you, too,” he whispers against my skin.

“Never stop,” I whisper against his lips. “Never stop what?” he asks, trailing his fingers up and down my back. “Needing me,” I say, before we fall back into our kiss like we never left it.