Page 46 of Kiss-Fist
Then his head lifts up, and his gaze meets mine. ‘Shower?’ he spells.
It’s an easy yes.
Taking his hand, I let him haul me up off the couch, but instead of walking away, he tugs me close and kisses me again. This time, it’s soft, tender, sweet. It’s a kiss that I have no business giving or taking because this? Between us? It can’t be anything more than a hookup.
And yet, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to pull away. I just want more.
We eventually make it to the bathroom, and I start thewater. He steps inside first, then pulls me under the spray. My muscles thank me for the heat, and it’s too easy to lean against him and just bask. We wash in silence, our hands stroking across our bare skin as we clean one another.
We don’t need words for this. We don’t need language. We just feel. Explore.
I like it far more than I have any right to.
It’s a-fucking-lot, which means it’s far too much.
Me: So what did the policeman emoji mean?
Thom: Tiket for speding
I laugh out loud at that and then shake my head. After our shower, neither one of us bothered getting dressed. I just led him to my bed and draped my legs over his. He’s lounging back against the headboard, one hand behind his head, the other holding his cock.
It’s really distracting, but we have time for more. The day’s not done yet.
And it seems I’m not through with him.
Me: And the toilet paper?
Thom: Mistak.
I laugh, and he grins at me, looking so fucking delicious. So I sign that to him, and he blushes.
‘Same.’
I find myself staring at his lips, and I want to lean forward and kiss him, but I don’t get the chance. He stuns me with his next sentence.
‘I’m learning sign. Taking a class. I’m going to get better.’
My eyebrows rise. ‘Really?’
‘Yeah. Next week it starts.’
My heart thuds in my chest, and I feel something unfurl inside of me. Shit. Is he doing this for me? I like it more than I should. I shouldn’t be encouraging this at all.
‘Why?’
He meets my gaze and holds it. ‘For you. Want to talk to you. Real talk. Long talk. Want to know you.’
My head is spinning. I want to ask why again—why me. How could he possibly want more than this? But I don’t. Instead, I just ask, ‘Where?’
‘Community college near my house.’
I watch as he types something out on his phone browser, and my eyes widen when he shows me the website. That’s my college. He’s going to be on campus with me. Did he do this on purpose?
Probably not, considering my community college is the only one in the area within reasonable driving distance. Oh hell. This is very bad. I won’t be able to keep it together around him.
‘That okay?’
I want to tell him no, but I can’t. He looks so damnsincere and hopeful. I’m totally screwed. I meet his gaze and nod.
