C14 A walk through the corridor
Greg’s face on mine, his lips on mine, our heartbeat synchronized, his breath becoming my own.We are one in this sensse.
My hands leave his face and travel to his neck giving him a better balance and access. I pause studying him, waiting for a sign to make me stop, when he lets me, I hit his lips hungrily and devour him.
The same old feeling of his kisses washing over me