Edi chocked and started coughing. “You little f**k,” he wheezed out. “I’m a great lay.”
I handed Edi his beer and he took a few gulps to ease the coughing. When he placed it back on the coffee table, our eyes met and we froze. I felt the air changing, everything going quiet. I forced myself to breathe and prayed what would come would be the best kind of storm.
Kissing Edi had been something I’d dreamed about for ages. I’d imagined it in any possible way: sweet, hurried, slow, dirty, passionate, aggressive. Nothing of my feverish teenaged fantasies or those I’d experienced later in life came close to the reality of it.
His lips touched mine, only barely, and that was enough to send electricity through my entire body. I felt like I was melting inside, while the outer body came alive, powe
