Kit:
Kit looked up at the apartment building that the car had stopped under, before P’Kim held the door open for him so he could get out of the car.
It was that same apartment at the fourteenth floor that they had made love in for the second time. To think that it was only a couple days since that incident and yet, P’Kim had been through so much in such a short span of time…
P’Kim took his hand as he led him back up to that apartment and all the while, he could feel his heart hammer inside his chest as his mind played all the events that all led to this moment in time.
As they reached the designated floor and entered the familiar apartment, Kit once again found himself being pushed against the wall before P’Kim’s lips descended upon his, his hands winding itself in his hair.
“P’Kim…” Kit pushed him back reluctantly; licking his lips to get rid of the sensation that slowing started to flood his veins. “Can we please talk first?”
