My eyes fall shut, and I cling to him. Fire races through me, all-consuming, as Ash claims my mouth with soft licks and deep explorations that leave me feeling vulnerable and seen and appreciated for the first time in my life.

A soft sound echoes between us before he changes the angle and lets me try my tongue. This time, a moan that’s definitely not mine echoes in my mouth. I fist his shirt and pull myself closer, needing more, needing everything he has to offer.

I’m going dizzy, wild, and everything in between.

Finally, I come up for air and touch my bottom lip softly. Ash is panting against me, his forehead on mine. “Holy shit, Sky.”

“So that’s what it’s all about”, I murmur.

He laughs, actually laughs, and I join in. He tosses me to the side and swats my thigh. “Feisty little thing, seducing me to get your first kiss out of the way.”

I stare at the ceiling a moment before sitting up and biting my bottom lip. Ash’s gaze catches on that motion, and he leans forward, cupping my cheek in his hand. “Tease.”

“I’m … I’m not.”

His tongue follows the indent of my teeth, then he sucks my bottom lip between his. Another round of his tongue before he bites my bottom lip. I whimper, and he pulls me towards him, kissing me again to soothe the pain.

This time, when he lets me go, I hide my face against his shoulder. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“I feel like I deserve a shot or a thumbs up or more of you playing with my hair for that.” He rubs my back. “Anything?”

“I’m not telling you to get the fuck out. Take the win,” I grumble, my cheeks neon red.

“Such a dirty mouth.” He lifts my chin. “But are you okay with what we did? Really?”

“Don’t want to lose your progress, right?”

“I don’t want to loseyou,” he clarifies, completely serious. “I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“I’m okay. We’re okay,” I say but gently press against him. “But that’s all that’s happening. We’re not going up to my room. We’re not dating. We just … got caught in the moment and-”

“And I will happily make out with you all summer,” he says, still serious, ending my arguing pretty effectively. How was I supposed to expect any of this? “And earn plenty more of your brand of hatred.”

“Jackass.”

“Yes, darling?” He grins. “Can’t handle my romance?”

“You’re ignoring all of the elephants in the room.” I pull further away. “No one can know about this. My brother hates you. My best friend hates you. Once I’m done with this internship, I’ll be leaving, and you …” I’m not going to start throwing accusations. “We’d never work beyond right here and now.”

“Sky.” He pouts.

“I’m drawing a boundary, okay?”

“You think that kisses like that happen every time? Hell, I’ll take whatever I can get from you. Even if that just means photographs, but I’d really like more. In whatever capacity I can have you.”

I cover his mouth. “No more.”

He keeps mumbling against my hand while I glare at him. He untangles himself from my legs and arm, then pats my head softly before stroking all the way down my neck. “Think about it. I know your answer is always different in the morning.”

“Ash.”

He takes the pizza and walks to the door. He only turns when he has it open. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

“You’re … but …”

“I’m a little too riled up to be this close to you right now. Plus, you might get tired of my boner, and then where will we be?”

I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re a dick.”