The Poisonous Tree

"Schuldig shaped the kiss with his hands to either side of Crawford’s face, his fingers learning the texture of Crawford’s hair. By the time his thumb pressed a trail down the back of Crawford’s neck, their mouths had mastered a rhythm of angles, licks and wet heat. It was better than knowing thoughts, better than knowing what came next, better for being awkwardly inexperienced."

I've been lost in this kissing for the better part of two days. They are in my head, right now, kissing and kissing and kissing. It's dreamy. It's sexy. I love what you've done!