I can’t believe I’ve got Lo right here in my arms. I can’t believe how good it feels to hold her again, how good she smells. Just having her here short-circuits my brain. I grind up against her, pushing closer, as she holds onto me. The closet smells like paints and other art supplies, and they’re mingling with her scent. f**k.
Fuck.I kiss a line up her neck, her delicate pale neck, and then I reach her jaw. There is still a small part that’s scared she’ll run away, but I’m squashing that part of my brain, instead focusing on making this the best I can make it. It’s like a dream come true, and you know the thing with dreams—they never last for long. We both know that all too well. I slide my lips down her beautiful jaw until I reach her lips. I pull back for a moment, looking at her, look
