K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Koa isn't used to this, to be honest. Oh, don't get me wrong, he's got experience. The flirting and kissing and rush of desire? All of that is old news.
But the gentleness, the shyness, the let's just say it, virginity of his partner? Those are not waters the young man navigates often, and they leave him breathless with both lust and wonder, heady with the confidence that he holds something as precious as her inexperience in his hand. Sure, maybe he isn't giving her enough credit - he doesn't know how many partners she's had, how many kisses, hasn't bothered to ask. But the tentative stroke of her lips speaks volumes, as does the ruddy flush of her cheeks. Sohalia is not a woman of the world, not the way that Koa is. It excites the boy, thrills him, just like everything else about her.
But damn if it doesn't scare him, too.
"I'm glad," he murmurs with warm sincerity, his broad thumb tracing the bones of her cheek. His warm eyes take her face in hungrily, from her rosy lips to the button nose, the scar on her eyebrow (it looks recent) and back to the quicksilver of her eyes.
Koa leans back in so their foreheads are touching, nose to nose, breath exchanged. "You're perfect," he adds with a charming amount of honesty that cuts through the flattery of his boyish voice. The temptation to kiss her again is strong, but he'll let her decide if she wants it. Koa may be a cad, but he's also a good kid. And any romantic interlude is more fun when both parties are enthused.
But the gentleness, the shyness, the let's just say it, virginity of his partner? Those are not waters the young man navigates often, and they leave him breathless with both lust and wonder, heady with the confidence that he holds something as precious as her inexperience in his hand. Sure, maybe he isn't giving her enough credit - he doesn't know how many partners she's had, how many kisses, hasn't bothered to ask. But the tentative stroke of her lips speaks volumes, as does the ruddy flush of her cheeks. Sohalia is not a woman of the world, not the way that Koa is. It excites the boy, thrills him, just like everything else about her.
But damn if it doesn't scare him, too.
"I'm glad," he murmurs with warm sincerity, his broad thumb tracing the bones of her cheek. His warm eyes take her face in hungrily, from her rosy lips to the button nose, the scar on her eyebrow (it looks recent) and back to the quicksilver of her eyes.
Koa leans back in so their foreheads are touching, nose to nose, breath exchanged. "You're perfect," he adds with a charming amount of honesty that cuts through the flattery of his boyish voice. The temptation to kiss her again is strong, but he'll let her decide if she wants it. Koa may be a cad, but he's also a good kid. And any romantic interlude is more fun when both parties are enthused.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
