“So,” I pause, we have been making out for over an hour. Our
bodies have been entering each other, limbs have been reeled up and pulled back
and tucked into each other for near an hour. My tongue has sipped from her
earlobe, her lips. Our bodies continue to generate a nuclear warmth that, while
simultaneously scaring the shit out of us, excited us to no end.
I look down
into her forehead, the smooth contours of her ashen countenance, the blonde
hairs that drip around us like a valence.
“Are you
seeing anyone?” I ask her, thinking it is the appropriate thing to do.
Her lips
wedge into a gash. “No,” She says, almost shunned. “Are you?”
I look south and smile.
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