The mechanical click seems to make something in both of us snap.
Instantly, I find that we are both grabbing each other, our lips smashing together, and just like that, I'm kissing him again. One of his hands is on my cheek as his mouth guides mine open, the other somewhere on my waist. Mine are gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to me.
He starts walking backwards, pulling me with him as he kisses me again, and again, and I follow him blindly. He manoeuvres round the furniture with an oddly high level of grace, and then he’s pushing me against his desk. My hands fumble behind me, pushing things out of the way, then pulling myself to sit on it.
Grabbing his neck again to deepen the kiss, he pulls on my waist, making my back arch into him, his chest pressing against me.
