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Warren only sighs, repositioning himself to lean one hip against the dinette table, gripping its edge with one hand, the other is thrust into his low hanging jeans pocket. He looks so relaxed and comfortable in this space. He was always a little tense when he stayed with us. Comfortable enough in the space to seem normal, but I could always see that slight hesitation and concern that he was going to do something wrong and be punished for it.

Not here. Here, he is the master of his domain and knows no one can take that away from him.

“You know what I mean, Bambi.”

I do know what he means. Slowly stepping the few feet in front of him I twiddle nervously with my fingers, pulling at the sleeve of my shirt, positioning myself for what I’m about to do.

“If that’s the case, then there’s something I’d like to do before you leave. If that’s okay.”

He smiles down at me, his warm brown eyes softening as he watches me fiddle.

“Sure thing, Bambi.”

I really do love it when he calls me Bambi. Someday, far in the future, I’ll ask him why. I stare at the impressive tattooswirling on his left pec and, not for the first time, try to decipher what it is. I’m still not sure beyond the obvious anchor.

“Can you close your eyes?” I ask in a small timid voice.

He smirks at me, intrigued by my request. I can’t bring myself to do what I want to do if he’s watching me. Just telling him how I feel isn’t enough, if I’m going to be rejected, I want to at least get my one kiss.

Looking down at me, I can tell he wants to ask why or make some sort of teasing joke, but in the end, he remains quiet and slowly closes his eyes. He remains in his hip leaning position against the table with one hand in his pocket. I shuffle about trying to get in position without touching him. I’m going to have to in order to bring his mouth to mine.

This is it. I’m going to do it. I’m going to kiss Warren for the first and possibly last time. Here goes nothing.

Once I’m on my tip toes and using the table for balance I hover my hand behind his neck.I really hope he doesn’t hate me after this.

In one thankfully synchronized movement, I pull him by the neck just enough to bring his mouth to mine. When our lips meet it’s like I’ve been dying of dehydration and he’s the cool glass of life saving water.

His lips are soft but in a firm line since he wasn’t expecting me to kiss him. I have no idea if he’s opened his eyes to stare at me because I’ve closed mine, relishing in the contact. Kissing Warren is so much more than I thought it could be. It would be even better if he reciprocated the action, but his body remains rigid under my kiss. He’s not pushing me away so that has to be a good thing. Right?

I don’t know. All I know is time stops and with my eyes closed all my other senses take over. I can smell the fresh cold air on his skin, the salt that dusts every surface of the boat, hear the lapof the waves and creek of the hull, feel the softness of the hair at the nape of his neck and the warmth of his body so close to mine.

When I’m sure I’ve stood here forcing him to kiss me for ten minutes, I pull away, lowering myself to my heels. Warren still hasn’t moved. When I crack my eyes open, I’m staring directly at his bare chest that rises and falls with heavy breaths.

Shit. He’s pissed at me and now he’s never going to want to speak to me again.

Risking death by glare, I look up at him through my lashes. His eyes are wide but not filled with anger. Surprise and shock are present but so is bewilderment and interest.

I still have my hand wrapped around the base of his throat, having swiveled when I lowered myself. I can feel his pulse pounding against my fingers.

“I—”

I don’t get the apology out, because Warren leans down and kisses me.Hekissesme. I don’t even have time to think, just react. His once immobile lips are no longer stunned but actively pressing against mine. Moving and seeking more. Pressing and pulling back just to press again. A combination of the hard and soft I imagined him capable of. His hand has moved from his pocket to my loose hair, tangling in the straight strands. His tongue sweeps out and prods at my lips finding easy access. He tastes like beer and salt and my end. Because after my first taste of him, I knew I would want more and more. Once isn’t enough.

When his other hand digs into my hip and pulls me close, I let out a pathetic whimper that he devours with his tongue. At some point my arms wrapped around his neck and we’ve manage to get ourselves entangled in one another.

Chapter 4: Warren

I’ll risk submitting to her fuck me golden hazel doe eyes

Holy shit. Those are the only two words my brain can process at the moment, because kissing Bambi has made me senseless. Her first kiss surprised me so much I just stood there frozen like an idiot, watching her. Her cute nose all scrunched up and her beautiful eyes squeezed shut. When she pulled away, I couldn’t allow her to go. I had to kiss her back, had to taste more of her than that miniscule sample. It barely lasted ten seconds.

This kiss is not trivial, nor fleeting. It lingers and grows. My heart racing like a wild bear rolling around in my ribcage. She feels like a dream, one of my many hopeful scenarios where we finally give in to our mutual desires. But this is real,sheis real. The thickening of my cock in my jeans is real. Her pliant body bending to my will is real.

What the hell is happening? Why is it happening now of all fucking times? Six days before I leave forever. Fuck, her timing is terrible. Why did she have to wait till now? Why did she wait so long? Why…?

“Why?” I mutter against her lips when I break away to breathe.

“Why what?” her words are just as unsteady as mine.