“We should call someone,” Leo said, pulling out his phone.
The first kiss was hungry, clumsy, a collision of teeth and suppressed want. Jamie’s back hit the wine racks; a bottle wobbled but didn’t fall. Leo’s fingers found the back of Jamie’s neck, then the perfect sharp angle of his jaw. Jamie laughed against his mouth—a surprised, breathless sound—and kissed him back harder. pwp prompts
The silence stretched, thick and unbearable. Leo could hear his own heartbeat. Could probably hear Jamie’s, too, if he listened. Neither of them moved. “We should call someone,” Leo said, pulling out