James was walked forward into the supply closet until the wall met upon his back. Acting as a support for both him and Poppy, the wall allowed them to have leverage in their deep kisses. With James’s hands set on her waist and hers upon his shoulders, they began a deep makeout that reminded them how perfect they were in the hands of lust. They were speechless to the way it felt as though this had been the first time in which they had touched; which in a way, it had. It was the first time they had been together after acknowledging how they loved each other-even if it had been stated at different times. It was clear by their inability to remain apart that they were addicted to each other-an addiction neither was willing to break.
Understanding the depth of the desire both felt for their lo
