Kay somehow knew this was bound to happen—two people alone in the dark, lying on the bed, facing each other, engaged in some serious conversation alternated with playful banter—it would have been weirder if it all ended with Kay sleeping or Michael disappearing without so much as a small peck on the cheek. But even if he already expected something to happen, he was still surprised when Michael placed his lips on his. Kay didn’t pull away, nor did he keep his eyes open. Maybe Michael was right that once you get through the “first time,” the succeeding experiences tend to be easier.
Although, the way Michael kissed him this time was in no way like the first. It was no basic peck on the lips like before. This time, it was clear that Michael didn’t want any more of those childish kisses, whe
