Life is dumb and so are you

"Dalton?"

"Mmm-hmm?" He lifts up on one elbow, his face barely visible in the light coming in through the blinds.

"You have to kiss me," I find myself saying.

"Yeah." He leans in closer. "I do."

His lips, warm and soft, touch my forehead, then slide down my cheek, moving sideways to my mouth. His hand comes up to press the nape of my neck beneath my hair, just as mine slips to his back. His skin's warm beneath the cool sheen of water, his muscles tight as he lies there, still balanced on one elbow. I curl in closer

I'm not new to kissing. Or thought I wasn't, but it's never been anything like this. I can't get close enough. When Dalton gently deepens the kiss, it feels right, no moment of startled hesitation like I've ever had before.

After a long time, we curl up in the soft motel blankets, kissing again. Dalton's lips smiling under mine as I kiss all over his face. My hands tightening on his shoulders as he nuzzles my neck and softly nibbles my collarbone. It is everything else in the world stops as we lie there.

"We should go home," Dalton whispers, his hands stroking my waist.

"No. Not yet. Not yet," I say back, sliding my lips along the willing curve of his.