Time passes, with Matt’s lips on mine. His hands cup my shoulders. My mouth parts, the tiniest bit—I can’t help it—and he taps my lips with his tongue.
The soft sharpness of the feeling jolts me back to reality. I step back, putting an arm’s length between us.
“You okay?” Matt asks, opening his eyes.
“Yeah. No.”
“No? You didn’t like it?”
“No! I mean, yes.”
Matt pulls back, too, uncertain.
“I need a minute, is all.” I rub my hands on my jeans.
“Yeah, of course.” He crosses his arms over his stomach, like he’s cold.
“I did like it,” I clarify, moving toward him. It would be wrong to let him think otherwise.
“Yeah?” His eyes brighten and he leans back in, running his hands across my shoulders and pulling me close.
“The thing is, I still really, really gotta pee.”
Matt laughs and lets me go.