A Long Night

He rolled onto me. Spreading his body over mine.

“I-”

“Ssh.” He leaned back to shush me.

“But I-”

He put a finger to my lips. His eyes widening in warning. “Ssh.”

“I have to get some sleep. I have sch-”

He didn’t give me a chance to say anymore than that.

It is true though. I do need sleep.

It has to be at least 2 a.m. by now.

He was kissing me again and my thoughts were fading away faster than I could grasp at them. Like falling straws. His weight was full on me, and I swore I could feel his body growing warmer to the touch. His bare arms framing me to keep him from crushing me, were now a cradle of heat. His elbows were next to my cheeks and one hand folded leisurely above my head. Toying with my hair.

He turned his face to adjust the angle and I realized that my tongue was reflexively meeting his in the strange little dance. Sliding along the groove of his and then tracing the tip.