Schuyler

The two drinks I consume on the patio calm my nerves as the ocean waves pound against the sandy beach. I’ve enjoyed our conversation along with the soft, featherlike motion of Calvin’s fingertips on my arms, shoulders, and the back of my neck.

I look up after placing my empty bottle on the cement beside me to find Calvin’s hooded eyes and luscious lips moving toward mine. I stifle a moan at the contact. They caress gently, slowly at first. In his kiss, I feel his ...