“Am I better?” Tutor asks. “Is it better, with me?”
“Everything’s better with you,” Fighter says, his voice coming out rough the way it does when he’s all worked up. Tutor likes him so much. So much.
“Better than high school kisses?” Tutor says, teasingly.
Fighter nudges at his chin with his lips, pushing Tutor’s head to the side so he can nibble at his neck. “I didn’t kiss anyone in high school,” he mumbles against Tutor’s skin
Tutor finds out he was Fighter’s first – for everything. He likes it. A lot. 🙂