Apart from studying all day, Blake and Myles didn't only chat around.
There were mornings like this, too.
The alarm went off at exactly 6:30 a.m.
Myles reached out from beneath the blankets and silenced it.
For several seconds, neither of them moved.
Then, somehow, they were already kissing.
Blake had barely registered that he was awake before they were full-on making out at this ridiculous hour of the morning.
Myles lowered Blake onto the mattress, the sheets cool beneath his back. He followed him down, his body settling over Blake's with a deliberate slowness.
The chill of his skin pressed through their clothes, and Blake's breath hitched at the contact.
Myles cupped Blake's jaw, tilting his face up. His lips met Blake's in a firm, unhurried press. The cold was immediate, sinking into Blake's mouth like frost. Myles stayed there for a long moment, letting the temperature difference settle between them before his tongue pushed forward.
