It’s was like a switch had been flipped, the growth of that need to learn, to see , to feel was like a fire that spread over the top of water. It was burning hot and yet if you stayed under the water beneath, there was safety.
But was there safety in this? How did I still feel like there was. Like this was the right place for me?
His kissing slowed, mine mirroring him. My lungs burning like that rest of me as I finally took in deep breaths. His hands weren’t holding me -