~Anning~
I don't know how long we stayed like that after the scissoring thing, legs hooked, bodies stuck together with sweat, both of us breathing hard and giggling every time we shifted because everything was still super sensitive and it tickled in the best worst way. Hana kept kissing my shoulder, little lazy pecks, like she couldn't stop, and I had my fingers in her hair, twisting the ends because it felt nice and real and mine.
Eventually she rolled onto her back, pulling me with her so my head was on her chest again, and we just lay there listening to each other breathe. My brain, which had been blissfully blank for hours, started waking up and poking me with all the insecure bullshit I'd been shoving down since last night.
