Everything Raven and I had said, everything we had promised each other, simply suspended itself between us. Telling him was supposed to make it easier. So why didn"t it? Why couldn"t I think? When all I wanted to do was taste him, to know if he savored his kisses slow and sweet. Was he a hungry lover or a domineering lover who took control, delicious, strong control that assured me he would have me, drink me, devour me, with so much assertion I would meet in his arms. Or was he an aggressive partner who would pin me to the wall with his body while he dropped his guard trusting that I could take whatever he gave to me. That I would rise up and meet him.
No. What I wanted more than anything was to sink into his kiss and devour him. Maybe there I could clear my mind and forget the world, our
