Leaning against the wall, Kurt stared down at the girl kissing him in sheer disbelief.
This wasn't right.
He must have walked through the rain, caught a fever, and was now hallucinating.
Dropping a hand to his thigh, he pinched himself hard.
Fuck.
That hurt.
It was real.
"Ebony Fox..."
Finally processing the moment, he slowly brought his hands up, resting them on her waist as he gently took control.
He tried giving her a soft peck, his eyelashes fluttering up to reveal dark, bottomless eyes staring deeply into hers.
Ebony Fox stared right back, her gaze unusually clear.
This wasn't just a fleeting impulse.
The corners of Kurt's lips curled up, and he leaned in again to deepen the kiss.
But he had exactly zero experience.
Combined with how eager he was, his teeth accidentally clashed against her lip.
As she flinched, she ended up bumping right into his chin.
"Hiss—"
"Ow—"
They both pulled back at the exact same time, a crimson flush of embarrassment creeping up their cheeks.
After a few agonizing seconds.
Kurt rubbed the back of his neck and murmured an apology, "Sorry. Lack of experience."
The comment nearly choked her; she could feel her face burning hotter by the second.
She averted her panicked gaze, turning her back to him as she mumbled, "Clean yourself up before you come out."
"Okay."
He nodded. Once she was gone, he touched his lips.
So that's what it tasted like.
—
After his shower.
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