I closed the door to my upstairs apartment behind him and my heart was thudding so loudly I thought he must be able to hear it. Did I give him a tour or just rip his clothes off? What was the appropriate etiquette in this situation?
The overthinking part was solved for me as he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him. We locked eyes for a few seconds, the tension between us was electric as it was obvious what was coming next. He took my hand and pulled me closer, tipping my face upwards towards his with a gentle hand under my chin.
He was once again close enough for me to feel his breath on my face and I stood on my tiptoes slightly to meet his lips in a kiss. As soon as we touched it was like pure want took over, like we'd both been waiting to do this all night a
