#pmbta

Arlo and Avery haven't been together for more than a month yet, and while half of the city must think they're jumping one another at every opportunity, they... haven't. They've held hands. They've cuddled up on Avery's too-small couch for hours at a time. They've kissed — in fact, they've kissed a lot. Every chance they get, like they're glued to one another. The simmering heat under their skin has been content to just be that; a simmer. A warm excitement, the flush of something new, something content to take its time. That is, until Avery takes Arlo on a date late at night— That is, until Arlo pours him just slightly too much wine— That is, until they're panting against one another, hidden under the privacy of a moonless night— That is, until something snaps and they catch themselves boiling.

Arlo and Avery haven't been together for more than a month yet, and while half of the city must think they're jumping one another at every opportunity, they... haven't.

They've held hands. They've cuddled up on Avery's too-small couch for hours at a time. They've kissed — in fact, they've kissed a lot. Every chance they get, like they're glued to one another.

The simmering heat under their skin has been content to just be that; a simmer. A warm excitement, the flush of something new, something content to take its time.

That is, until Avery takes Arlo on a date late at night—

That is, until Arlo pours him just slightly too much wine—

That is, until they're panting against one another, hidden under the privacy of a moonless night—

That is, until something snaps and they catch themselves boiling.