Warning: R-18
Solace
Avery's Point of View
We kissed like people who had learned to starve. At first it was careful and almost shy, the kind you give when you are not sure if the door can handle another knock.
His mouth found mine with a slow press that asked more than it took, a question whispered into the seam of my lips until I answered by leaning closer. The taste of whiskey sat at the edge of his breath, warm and patient, and I let the familiar tilt of his head guide me to the angle we used to keep without thinking.
My fingers touched the lapel of his coat and felt the thrum under the fabric, steady but quick, as if his pulse had been waiting by a window and finally saw someone coming up the path.
Humaba ang halik. Hindi ito bigla, unti-unti lang na parang sinasakal ng kaba at
