Riley was trying to convince himself, it was himself that needed that little push of remembrance. The softest touch of fingertip to his jawline, against check and then the flutter of lips against his own. He'd almost been tempted them to fall back and to retreat. Every cell within him screamed it, and yet he remained there and their mouth collided them on purpose.

It was like the indecent rush of alcohol running through his blood on a face track to his brain. Parted mouth against his own and he was almost impossible to resist his. His lips were moistened because of his tongue, casting beautiful pliancy to the kiss and then there was his hand which was clenching while he attempted to resist the urge to rest his hand against a shoulder.

Gods, thankfully he did not disgrace himself by doing that.

Oh indeed, it was fire and it was gravity rolled up in one. Everything a kiss should've been, a world that had nearly crashed on it's axis and hurtled into hubris.