Page 104 of The Incredible Ordinary

The clothes I’ve been holding flutter to the floor, and I’m on the move.

Not breathing, mouth dry, heart working overtime, eyes locked.

One, two, three steps.

Idosomething stupid.

Idon’tthink things through.

My lips find his. My heart beats, and my breath hitches, and a rush of elation moves through me.

I like this. I want more.

There’s been a nagging fear living inside me, alongside the curiosity. A skeptical voice that’s been pointing out the one big what-if.

What if you kiss him, and it turns out you don’t like it? What if you’re not into it?

Relief burns in my chest.

I like it.

I’m into it.

I want to laugh out loud.

I’mintoit!

It’s barely a kiss. Two pairs of lips against each other. Barely a brush.

I breathe out his name.

Something snaps.

Milan fists my T-shirt, and I find myself shoved against the glass shower wall. It creaks ominously from the force of two bodies slamming into it, but holds. His breathing is harsh and loud, echoing in the quiet bathroom.

His mouth covers mine, needy and demanding. I can feel the taut muscles of his arms tightening under my hands.

We’re pressed together, chest to chest, no space between us. I’m trapped between Milán and the shower wall, and I’ve never been in this position, never been shoved against anything, but it’s fine because Ilikeit. I’mintoit.

I’m learning so much about myself in such a short time.

He’s kissing me. Demanding a kiss. I like that, too.

The world narrows to points of contact: Milán’s mouth on mine, Milán’s hands on me, my fingers clutching the small of his back.

Ilikeit.

I’mintoit.

My dick is hard and pressing into Milán, and my thoughts are muddled.

Like it.

Into it.

He’s hard, too, and at the feel of him rubbing against me, a moan escapes.

He stills, like the sound I made has broken some barrier between us and reality. He pulls away at once.Shoveshimself off me, eyes wide and wild, chest rising and falling rapidly.