Ethan
I close the distance before I can talk myself out of it.
It's not gentle, not at first, months of denial and rivalry and every carefully maintained inch of space between us collapsing all at once the second my mouth finds his. Noah makes a soft, surprised sound against my lips before he's kissing me back just as hard, one hand fisting in the front of my shirt like he needs something to hold onto, the other still cupped against my jaw where it landed a moment ago.
The kitchen speaker's still playing something soft in the background, forgotten entirely now, the whole apartment narrowed down to the two of us and the space where we're no longer separate at all. He tastes like whiskey and something warmer underneath it, and I feel his heartbeat hammering against my palm where my hand's
