Black Ice
I stepped closer, and he didn’t move away.
My hand touched his cheek, gentle like he was made of glass. His skin felt warm and smooth. He leaned into my touch, whispering my name like it was something special.
“Alan...”
I pulled him close. Our bodies fit together perfectly. His arms went around my neck, and I felt his heart beating fast against mine.
When our lips met, it was soft at first, then deeper.
The kiss made everything else disappear. No scouts, no pressure, no fear. Just warmth and wanting. I wanted more.