Our bodies drew closer together and I breathed the words straight into his mouth, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…” And like the flick of a switch, our tempo carried us to fantastic heights. Our hands began to roam, reliving the lines, dips, and edges of one another’s anatomy like they were old roadmaps, but easy to remember ones. His fingers traced over my breastbone like tendrils, alive and curious. He kissed the dip that plunged at the center, making me gasp. Our mouths couldn’t stop, they were hungry for a taste of the past.
