I wanted him. I needed him. The desperate, delicious cravings that made his skin an oasis and my fingers these roving, exploring things. Nico looked up at me, his smokey black eyes big, a wonderful blush creeping to his handsome face. He looked so pretty like that; ready and welcoming my advances. I straddled him behind one of his biggest rose bushes, the red of the petals complimenting the new pink stains in his face. I felt disconnected from my body, instinct and desire guiding my moves, guiding my hands. First, the fleece came off; I tossed it onto the fence, a building sense of rediscovery flooding my body.
It was an excavation. Finding the treasure that lay beneath. I slipped the thin tee-shirt over his head, careful not to tear it, despite how much I wanted to shred it in two like
