FIFTEEN
Jaeyong leans down, the angle a little awkward until he moves me around, as if I weigh nothing at all and am not the height I am, making my heart leap as our mouths crash together now, the softness from before laced with a hint of sharp desperation, where a long, long wait has finally ended.
Jaeyong’s tongue swipes at my bottom lip, sending tingles up my scalp, down my spine, making me shiver in his hold, his answering groan—f**k, Raleigh, f**k—making me want to squirm at how badly I want him, have been longing for him and this moment.
I open my mouth to him, moan when his tongue finally touches mine, tangling with it, l*****g into my mouth until I forget to breathe, pushing back just a little to get some air, panting against his mouth, fluttering my eyes open.
“Okay?” he asks
