I feel like I can't touch him enough. Like I can't get close enough. Like I've never seen anything so fucking... amazing. It's a weird fucking feeling, overwhelming and aching and under all that, it's fucking terrifying, realizing after everything that's already happened tonight that I've probably never felt this deeply for anyone. Total, we've spent no more than two weeks together, but that doesn't fucking matter. Not to me.

I'm so fucked.

Moving slow at first 'cause it feels like I should, I loom over him, one arm hooked under his knee to keep it pressed up toward his chest, and I surge forward to catch him in a kiss, maybe just to keep from having to look at him.