“Oh, that felt different.” he rumbled, stoking the flame in my belly. He kissed me again, at first more tenderly than before, but then more forcefully, grabbing a handful of my hair and ramming his tongue down my throat until I needed to squirm free to breathe.
“Todd,” he said, presenting me with my name as if with a favorite keepsake.
I encircled his hips with my own arms and looked up to where I thought his face should be. “Josh,” I crooned, savoring his name on my tongue the way I always do.
“Todd,” he said again. “I think I’m going to kiss you again.”
“And I think I’d like that very much.”
“But first there’s something I have to tell you. It wouldn’t be right not to tell you.”
I reached up, feeling for his cheek and, finding it, laid my hand against it. “Anything, Josh. Say it. You can tell me anything.”
“Todd, I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve never wanted to be with a man before.”
“I understand, Josh.”