That gets a rough exhale out of him.
He lifts his head enough to look at me.
Flushed. Kiss-swollen. Hair falling into his eyes. Pale gaze still a little dazed and far too intense.
Beautiful.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. Then, because it matters to answer him right, “Yeah.”
His thumb brushes my bottom lip.
“Good.”
The word is low and final and full of things I do not know how to name yet.
I only know I feel them too.
