Although initially slow to join in, once Zane did, his hands, tongue, and lips increased the energy and passion between them.
Rory’s vision started to grey around the edges through lack of oxygen, and he was feeling light-headed. Just when he thought he’d pass out, Zane pulled back.
“Sorry, Ror,” Zane panted, his moist, kiss-swollen lips glistening in the overhead light. Rory was mesmerized by the sight.
“Huh?” Why was Zane apologizing? This had been one of their hottest make out sessions.
“For saying crap about myself like that. And you’re right, I remembered what you said about me and my drawing being, uh, awesome. It’s just…” Zane ran a hand over his shaved head. “You’re so smart, knowing all them questions on the TV and everything and I…” Zane shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Oh, Zane.” Rory ran his hands along Zane’s shoulders. “We’ve been through this. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” Rory smiled. “Well, almost.”
“What?”