We both go still, and I swear he must be able to hear how hard my heart is hammering in my chest. His lips are hard and unmoving, and the only thing I can hear is the sharp, surprised staccato of his breathing through his nostrils.
Fuck.
Ikissed him.
I made the first move.
And now he’s too stunned to move, andholy shitwhat if I got it all wrong?—
He moves his tongue over my lower lip and parts my lips with it. White-hot heat flares through me, and my whole body tingles as his warm hands come to my torso. I don’t know what I’m doing, but my body does.
I pull him closer like I’ve done it a hundred times before.
He tastes like the popcorn we were just eating, but also something minty and wild. The second my tongue lashes against his, it’s like a fire has been lit beneath me.
I pull him into my torso by his shirt, gripping it for stability. He lets out a surprised sigh against my lips before pushing me back against my desk. My thighs hit the edge, and then he’s knocking my legs apart with his foot so that he can step between them.
Julian taking charge shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.
Only because it’s laughable that he thinkshe’dbe in charge.
I push him backward until he hits his desk, and the sound of something falling has us both huffing laughter as we fight to stay connected. He tries to push me backward, but I move one hand to the base of his throat, and I feel him go still underneath me before he groans.
It’s a husky, deep sound that has my whole body tingling.
“Kai,” he whispers. “Fuck.”
I move my hands to his hips. I’m not even sure what I’m doing—I’ve only kissed a girl two times, never had sex, andneverfelt like this.
Like I’m already addicted to something I’ve never tasted before.
Arousal crawls down my spine, sinking into my balls and causing my cock to throb. Well, this is…new.I press into him harder, feeling frenzied and frantic. Julian’s tongue sweepsalong my lower lip again, and then he pulls that same lip between his teeth, and I…
“Fuck,” I hiss, dragging his hips against mine and rocking myself against his hard length.
He releases a heady moan. “Stop doing that unless you want to take this further than you’re willing to go,” Julian says into my mouth.
The shock of his words, commanding and intense, causes me to stumble back.
My eyes have adjusted enough to see the outline of his body, but I can’t see his expression.
“Sorry,” he mutters, lifting a hand to his lips.
I huff a nervous laugh. “For what? I kissed you, Julian.”
“I— Yeah. You did.” He places a hand at the back of his neck. “Why?”
“Just saving you the trouble of making the first move.”
He blushes. “Fair enough.”
His face starts to become visible, and he’s watching me with a disoriented expression. I don’t move. I can’t. Everything feels charged, like we’re standing on the precipice of something life-changing.
“I’m not gay,” he says, his voice frayed.
“I know,” I say, though I’m not entirely sure why I’m trying to placate him. “But you’re not straight, either.”
He laughs again. “Is anyone one hundred percent straight? You’re not either.Obviously.”
