Breaking the Grid

Idiots

I groaned softly, my body sinking deeper into the couch as the soreness from the past week settled into every muscle. Everything ached—it was atrocious. My hood was pulled low over my head, my sweatshirt soft and oversized, and Milo was peacefully curled up on the rug. I thought I could maybe catch a few moments of peace.

But peace wasn't in Kyra's vocabulary.

Without warning, I felt her weight land on me, straddling my hips, her laughter filling the room.

"Ky," I started, my voice groggy and tired.

Before I could finish, she grabbed the drawstrings of my hood, tightening them with an evil grin. The fabric tugged against my face, pulling the hood snugly around my head so all I could see was the faintest sliver of her.

I sighed dramatically, letting her do whatever she wanted. "You're a menace, you know that?"

"Don't act like you don't love it," she said, leaning down so her chest pressed against mine, her brown hair slipping into the opening of my hood and tickling my face.

"Kyra—" I started again, but she cut me off, shaking me lightly as if trying to jolt me awake.

"Wake up, Becks," she teased, her voice low and playful.

A second later, I felt her tug on the hood again, pulling me forward until our foreheads bumped. I laughed despite myself, my hands instinctively reaching for hers to loosen the fabric.

"Ky, I can't even see you," I mumbled, my fingers brushing against hers.

But before I could make any real progress, her lips were on mine.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle pressure that made my heart skip a beat. But it quickly turned heated, her mouth moving against mine with a fervor that made me forget about everything else—my aching muscles, my exhaustion, the fact that I couldn't see anything.

I let out a muffled sound of surprise, my hands dropping from my hood to her waist, pulling her closer instinctively. She took advantage of the moment, pressing herself fully against me as her fingers tangled in the fabric of my sweatshirt.

"Kyra," I managed to say between kisses, my voice breathless. "Let me—"

She cut me off again, her lips capturing mine with even more intensity. Her hands moved to the back of my hood, holding it firmly in place as if she didn't want me to escape.

Not that I wanted to.

My grip on her waist tightened, my thumbs brushing over the bare skin just above her jeans. I leaned back slightly, but she followed me, pressing her weight against me and pushing me deeper into the couch cushions.

Her kisses were demanding yet soft, her lips moving with a rhythm that matched mine perfectly. It was like we were made for this, every touch and movement in sync. I could feel the heat radiating off her as she shifted slightly, her legs bracketing my hips, her body fitting against mine like a puzzle piece.

I tried again to loosen the hood, wanting to see her properly, but she wasn't having it.

"Kyra," I mumbled against her lips, my voice barely audible.

She didn't reply, instead tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss. Her hands moved to my shoulders, sliding under the fabric of my hood and tangling in my hair.

I gave up, my hands falling back to her waist as I surrendered to the moment. My fingers pressed into her sides, pulling her closer as my lips moved against hers with equal intensity.