I like the way your shirt smells. You're warm. I can hear your stomach
gurgle
and my fingers are making an account of your buttons.
I roll on
my hip, my jeans still low under the curve of my bum. I'm not that
sore; I
just want to hug against you better.
I did it.
Can't help but grin
into your chest. I did it.
You shift, your back not made for this angle.
Come to think of it, I really do
need to pee.
I can't stay here
forever, but I was able to go there for a moment.
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