C43 Forty Three

"Are you still sore?"

I groan, before shrugging my shoulders and turning over on my side to face him properly. Aaron grins, gently tracing the curves of my lips with his thumb, his palm resting gently on my cheek. I close my eyes, exhausted. "A bit. You were my first."

He doesn't say anything at first, before gently tilting up my chin, and pressing his lips against mine softly