When, at last, I get rid of Kay’s shorts, I still desperately want to delve my tongue between her legs and taste her for the first time, but it doesn’t feel right in that moment. It feels like an action to be savored at a better time. Because, for all the blind lust that has gotten me here, naked in her bed, at the core of all this, it’s not what defines us. What got us here is all that came before. Kay’s kind smile. Her quiet, but persistent voice. Her gentle way with me and how she responded so solidly—like such a consistent presence in my life already—to everything I’ve told her.
So, instead of diving headfirst into that wave of lust again, into a moment that, perhaps, has come too soon, we lie under a single sheet in her bed. Both of us silent for several minutes, before I break the q
