Ezra
Allen didn't say anything else.
He just leaned forward.
Slowly.
Like he was giving me time to pull away.
I didn't.
So he closed the distance and kissed me.
It was soft at first, like we were both relearning the tastes of each other's mouths.
His lips brushed against mine and a whimper eased from his lips.
My breath caught in my throat. Why was everything about him so hot?
Then his hand came up and rested lightly at the side of my face, his thumb grazing my cheek. I leaned into him. Seeking. Asking. Begging for more.
The kiss deepened and the only sound in the room was that of our mixed breaths.
His lips pressed against mine with more need and hunger. He held my face to his like I was the air that he breathed.
My fingers curled slightly against the bed, then lifted without me realizing. I grabbed onto the front of his clothes, holding him in place like I didn't want him to move. I didn't want him to.
He let out a quiet breath against my lips.
