Page 26 of Until We Kiss

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Jesus, the way he’s looking at me, eyes darkening, that bottom lip damp. Except… I have seen that look before. He looked at me like that on the plane. And when he brought me breakfast. So many times before that. Back at IFU, when he was helping me with my physical therapy or lifting at the gym.

He steps forward into arm’s reach, and a chill of adrenaline shoots through me. Then he’s closing the distance, and before I can think, his lips are on mine.

A full-body shudder racks through me, and then my mouth is full of him, his tongue, his taste, his groan, his lips slick with shower steam.

I grip his shoulders, yanking him closer. We shove into each other, moving backward. My shoulders slam into the tile, his weight settling against me, the wall cold against my ass. He squeezes the nape of my neck, his fingers digging in, and I moan.

This is what kissing’s like.

I had no fucking idea.

He yanks back. “We just did that.”

Steam lingers between us, moving in faint drifts as we breathe.

“It was”—I lick my lips—“my first.”

“Seriously?” He blinks at me. “You’re serious right now? Like your first kiss with a dude? Or…‍”

“First kiss ever.”

“How is that possible?” He pauses. “Your first kiss wasme?”

“Yep.” I swallow hard. I’m still trembling, but a smile slips onto my face. I don’t know where it comes from, or how it makes it through all the other shit in my head. But it does—like it always does with Carter.

I clear my throat. “Do you want to go again?”

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Carter blinks,then his smile expands, his dimple popping.

And heknows. He fucking knows that I’m gay. And more than just accepting it—more than just letting me be me—he kissed me.

And he’s still here, his eyes on mine, his feet sliding forward on the tile, hand coming up, his fingers brushing over my forearm, lightly, then his hand cups the side of my neck.

His thumb brushes along my jaw, and a shiver slips down my spine.

I groan before his lips are even on mine, hardly trusting my legs to keep me standing. My heart hammers like it’s building to something, an expanding balloon. The moment is so clear, and the steam is thick around us. A drop of water beads on his top lip and slides onto mine as we kiss.

His thumb smooths along my neck, and then it’s like we jump into some abyss. We crush together—chests, stomachs, hips, cocks, thighs, knees. My balls tighten, my dick pulses.

“Fuck.” I bite the word into his mouth, then lean away to catch my breath. My head thunks back against the tile, my eyes rolling. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, struggling to keep from busting a nut right in my shorts.

“You good?” he asks. “If you’ve never kissed, does that mean… you’ve never done any of this?”

I squeeze my eyes tighter. “Never.”

His wet hair brushes my cheek. “Wanna change that?”

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