What started like just a confirmation, a simple kiss meant to reassure, spiraled quickly into something neither of them had prepared for.
The brush of lips that should have ended in a fleeting touch turned into an entire storm. Riley finds his back pressed against the wall of the hallway, Henry pressing into him so close that the space between them vanishes, swallowed whole by heat and hunger.
Their breaths crash against each other's skin, ragged and uneven, hands moving clumsily, grasping for more as the need swells faster than either can control.
Henry's tie is already loose, dangling from his collar like it had given up restraint altogether.
His hair is in disarray, not the polished, carefully styled look he had started the morning with. Riley's fingers, without permission, had been in it, tugging, messing, holding.
The world outside dissolves, time shrinks to nothing, and the hallway becomes its own forbidden universe..charged and magnetic.
