Point of No Return

CECE

I tug the waistband of his sweatpants. The elastic slides down his sculpted hips, the warm from his skin. He is hard against my knuckles and the second I register it I forget every clever comment I was about to make.

Levi looks at me like I've just opened a door he's been standing behind in his mind for six years.

Then he kisses me.

It is not the wall kiss. It is not the tame one from a