I am not entirely sure how to feel about it, but one thing is certain. When Thomas leans his head to the side and our kiss deepens, I am too far gone to be able to stop anymore. His hand moves in my hair and he grips it tightly, tangling the strands around his fingers as he holds me closer, not very willing to let go any time soon.
With slow, but steady steps, he makes me step back, until the back of my calves hit the sofa, and before I can say anything, we fall down together and our kiss breaks. Thomas catches himself before he can squish me, his face hidden in my shoulder, breathing harshly. One of his legs is between mine and I have to resist the urge to grind against him.
Some sense seems to be knocked back into our heads as we fall like this and it takes us a little until we realiz
