Garan rolled over so that he was pressed against Nate's chest and a little awkwardly angled. It took a couple of tries, but Garan finally found the most comfortable position - straddling Nate's hips. He doubted Nate would mind at all. "Do you remember how we ended up on the floor?" he asked, his voice low enough to sound almost like a purr.
Garan might be surprising himself. So much for thinking he was done snogging for the night. He was a teenage boy, too. Hormones ruled everything.