And suddenly I was kissing him. He let out a soft sound of surprise, but kissed me back. He tasted bittersweet, like coffee. Our hands found their ways to each other's faces, and I tangled mine in his thick hair. He cupped my face gently, his fingers lifting it to his. I gasped against his mouth, and parted his lips with my tongue. I traced his teeth, his tongue, his lips with a newfound wonder. He drew his hands up to my hair, winding his fingers around the curls, and started kissing me harder. I removed my hands from his hair and slid them up his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his stomach.
Alex gasped, and wrenched his mouth from mine. We stood, inches apart, gazing into each other's eyes and breathing hard. His eyes shone, and his face lifted up in a dazzling smile. "You still think I'm straight?" he laughed, stroking my curls.
