KOOKIE:
When we get back to the house, I lead the way into my room in silence. He closes the door behind him softly, the click echoing louder than it should. The thoughts in my mind from the morning cloud it again, and I am curious, wanting to know how all of him tastes—not just his lips. Wanting to know how it feels for him to be inside me, the warmth, the pleasure it would bring. I want all of it, but I don’t know if he wants it this fast. I am bent on finding out.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I don’t let him. I crash into him, my hands gripping his shirt as I kiss him hard—raw, desperate, and completely unfiltered. It’s not soft or careful. It’s the kind of kiss that demands answers, claims ownership, and leaves no room for doubt. The kind of kiss that says, I need you now.
Elias
