Drake moved first. Slowly, he kicked off his shoes, I followed suit. Then he stepped across the fabric and gently, slowly, took one of my hands in his. He let the other rest of the back of my neck while he kissed me. Once, twice, three times. Slow, soft kisses. I held his hand to my skin and squeezed the other tight. He pressed his forehead to mine and when I opened my eyes, he was looking at me. I kissed him again, keeping my eyes on his, and stepped onto the blanket.
