"Crossing a Line"

As soon as I had my hand on the doorknob to leave Jason's room, he turned around and spotted me, his brown eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Hey, Adapt, what are you doing in my room?" he asked, his fluffy bleach-dyed hair mussed from his earlier interactions with Milo. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice, but it still didn't come. Jason took a step closer to me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed my expression. "Dude, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. I nodded, trying to play it cool, but I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Jason's eyes searched mine, and I knew I couldn't hide my emotions from him. He gently walked up to me, his small soft hand reaching out to place on my shoulder. I loved the warmth from his hand, it always seemed to radiate off of him, and I was an addict for this warmth. I didn't think when I did it, but in a swift motion, I grabbed Jason's other wrist, spun him around, and pinned him to the door. For the split second I could see Jason's face, he looked confused, but I couldn't analyze this expression too long because I impulsively leaned towards him and made our lips meet, in a soft exchange. At first, Jason was tense, his body rigid against mine. But soon, he melted into the kiss, his plump lips soft and warm against mine. I felt a rush of excitement, a sense of exhilaration that I'd never experienced before. It was like a dam had burst inside me, and I couldn't contain my emotions anymore. I pulled away, gasping for air, and Jason looked up at me with a flushed face, his eyes wide with surprise. "W-why did you do that?" he stuttered out. I apologized, but in reality, I didn't mean it. That kiss was the best feeling I'd ever felt, Jason's lips so soft, so warm, so sweet it was addictive like venom. I still had him pinned to the door, my hand on his wrist, and I couldn't seem to let go. Jason looked up at me, his eyes searching mine, and I could see the thoughts racing through his mind. Then, to my surprise, he leaned forward and kissed me, this time on his own. I was taken aback, but I leaned into the kiss, taking the lead, my hands traveling to Jason's fluffy hair. As we kissed, I felt a sense of freedom, a sense of release. It was like I'd been holding my breath for years, and finally, I could exhale. I didn't know what this meant, or where this was going, but in that moment, I didn't care. All I knew was that I wanted to kiss Jason again, and again, and again.