We closed the gallery. I locked the door and texted Janet to activate the alarm remotely. When we stepped back out of the gallery, it was dark, but lights and music peppered the hot humid air. We walked down the alleyway toward the music, holding hands. When we turned the corner, several of thegalleries had their doors open, and the steady thump of dance music emanated from the doorways. Nearby, a row of food trucks was parked, serving late night food and drinks. A crowd of people filed between the trucks and the galleries.
Kit squeezed my hand and started pulling me toward one of the trucks. “A Korean taco truck! That’s like a fucking dream come true!”
We ordered bulgogi tacos and Korean beers. We ate standing up. Kit was beaming. I had never felt so invested in someone else’s happiness. I had always been so incredibly focused on surviving the next hurdle or challenge and getting myself and my mom to a feeling of security that I never slowed down enough to let someone else in. Yet, Kit was in. She was all I could think about. And standing there with her, watching her laugh and joke with me as we ate tacos, I felt like I could explode with happiness—just because she was happy to be with me.
Kit ran up to one of the brightly colored food trucks and ordered us two mixed drinks. She returned holding out the drinks and announcing their names, “This one is a Watermelon Drama, and this one is Squeeze the Day. I love punny things.” I couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she was. I chose the lime drink.
Kit’s grin grew. “I wanted the pink one! Thank you!”
I smiled as I watched her sip her drink through the little cocktail straw. “What?” she asked self-consciously.
“You just look so cute and happy,” I said, then took a deep breath. “I feel really glad to be here with you.”
Kit’s smile returned. She showed me the text responses she’d gotten from Veronica, her dad, and Aunt Rita about the exhibit. She was surprised to find out that Veronica had already been invited by Aunt Rita to the opening tomorrow. “I can’t believe she didn’t even let on that she knew,” Kit exclaimed. “We were together all day!”
As soon as we finished our drinks, Kit grabbed me by my hand and pulled me toward one of the galleries to dance. This gallery was a much larger space. A DJ table had been set up in the corner. The lights were off except for strobing black lights that moved across the room, occasionally lighting up the art on the walls. The dancing bodies were hot, sweaty, and beautiful as they bounced and bumped to the thumping music.
Kit turned and tried to yell over the music. I leaned forward so I could hear her, and she said, “I love this song!”
We danced for what felt like hours, occasionally taking breaks for more drinks. Even though we were surrounded by people, it felt like the two of us were magnetically connected. It felt electric to be so in sync with someone amidst the dark chaos of the dance floor. As if truly in sync, Kit and I made eye contact, left the dance floor, and headed back into the alleyway with the food trucks.
We were both dripping with sweat. Her braid had fallen out while we were dancing, and Kit moved her head so that her black curls fell to one side. She looked up at me and said, “I’m ready to go back to the hotel.”
The words instantly excited me. I pulled my phone out and called a car. Kit and I walked down the alley toward the street so the car could find us easily. The closer to the street we got, the darker and quieter the alleyway became. When we reached the end of the alleyway, Kit turned to me and placed both hands on my chest. I stopped, spellbound by her touch. I leaned down and kissed her softly, but the feel of her soft lips against mine and her sweet scent overwhelmed me. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. I remembered how amazing it felt on New Year’s Eve, after a long night of dancing, to finally kiss Kit and how incredibly turned on I felt kissing her that night as we walked home. The memory had replayed in myhead a thousand times, and now all I wanted was to go back to the hotel and make love to her.
I felt the phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled away. “The car is here.”
We took the car back to the hotel, and as soon as we were in the elevator headed up to the room, Kit pressed against me. I reached around her so that my hand was firmly holding her ass. She stood on her tiptoes, which caused her thighs and ass to flex in a way that immediately made me hard. I leaned down to kiss her as she laced her arms around my neck. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me as I pinned her against the mirrored wall of the elevator. I felt her grind against my hip, and she let out a little moan against my lips as we kissed. The sound of Kit in pleasure sent heat through my body.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I carried Kit to our room while she kissed the spot on my neck that drove me crazy. I set her down as I hurried to get the key out of my pocket. She pulled at my belt and the button on my pants. By the time we were in the hotel room, Kit had unbuttoned my pants so that they effortlessly fell to the floor. We pulled at each other’s clothes until we were both undressed. I picked Kit up again and brought her to the sofa. Our room was dark, but we had left the curtains open, so the city lights created a soft light that sliced the darkness of the room.
Kit slid onto my lap. Her curves were highlighted in the cool, grey light. I pulled her to me until her breasts were against my mouth. I worked my tongue against her nipples until they were hard enough for me to pinch with my teeth, and she cried out. Kit leaned forward and made a trail of kisses from my earlobe to my shoulder. My hand slipped between us, and I let the tips of my fingers caress her smooth, wet line.
“I want you,” Kit whispered into my ear. The sound of her voice sent a tingle through my whole body. I felt her hands on my erection, softly teasing the length of me.
I was ready for more. I practically growled, “Should I get a condom?”
Kit and I had talked, and I knew she was on birth control. We had both been tested since the last time we’d been with someone else. Kit pulled back, her perfect brown eyes locking with mine. She rubbed my chest and said longingly, “I want you like this.”
I nodded and watched as Kit raised up on her knees, her beautiful body rising in front of me and slowly lowering until I felt the intense pleasure of Kit’s wet arousal surrounding me. She lowered herself slowly, her breathing uneven and broken as she took more of me into her.
My hands instinctively held her hips. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Kit always felt amazing, but the intensity of her heat sent spirals of pleasure through me. I didn’t know how long I could last. I felt Kit’s body release as more of me slid into her. Kit moaned and said in a whisper, “You’re so big. I love it.”
My fingertips pushed into her soft curves. I tried to keep my hips still and let Kit be in control. She began rocking back and forth, slowly at first. I used one of my hands to rub Kit’s swollen clit as she rolled her hips against me. She leaned back and moaned my name.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said. She rocked faster and harder against me. I could feel her body responding. The intensity was building inside me. I needed a release.
Kit shifted her weight, and I pressed a little harder against her clit. She grabbed my shoulder to steady herself as she pushed against me, and I felt her body seize in pleasure. The sound of her moaning my name as she came was electrifying.The fast, intense spasms of Kit’s body brought me to climax, and I filled her. She collapsed against me, pressing against my heaving chest. I nuzzled my face into her hair and neck, and she hummed against me. “That was so amazing.”
Kit sat up. Still inside her, I cradled her face with my palm. She looked so beautiful in the pale light and, before I could stop myself, I said, “Kit, I think I’m in love with you.”
A sudden awareness washed over me, and I felt so vulnerable. Kit must have sensed this because she leaned forward and kissed me, saving me. She pressed her forehead against mine and said, “I love you, too.”
I let out a relieved breath, and I carried her into the bedroom. We got into bed. Kit fit perfectly against my chest and, as I fell asleep, I felt happy in a way that I’d never experienced before.
The next morning when I woke up. Kit was already awake. She was smiling at me as she watched me sleep. I reached for her under the covers.
Kit said, “William, last night…”
