If Art kisses like a storm, Felix kisses like a river in the mountains. It starts with small uncertain pecks but soon takes up the pace. It becomes wild, uncontrolled and fast, flowing through the dry land like life itself. His hands wrap around me, and suddenly I find myself in an intricate prison between the two of them. I am bound by their hands; my heart beats fast in excitement like I have found a treasure.
Felix controls my movements. His tongue is equally dominating as Art, but there is something sweet about the way his hand rests at the back of my head. Art starts kissing my partially exposed neck, leaving me in wonder. I never knew my body could react like this.
I don't know how long we have been sharing kisses and touches in the seclusion of the terrace. The bell rings in the third-floor corridors, indicating the first period has started. I break out of their embrace and say huffing, "We should go to class now."
