Le doy vueltas al catire. He won’t bite.
I have been thinking about it recently. A lot.
What his lips might taste like.
Waking up next to him, he has to go to work early but lets me sleep in his bed while he gets ready. That sweet, sweet body in a white shirt and boxers. In the sunlight. Those eyes. Fixed on mine.
I hate having to go through all of this. Would you just show up at my door, come in and start taking my clothes off.
Sweet, sweet desire. The things I would do to you.
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Solo una birra, me dijo antes de salir. Cuando lo dejamos en su casa ya era de día. Se despidió desde el asiento de atrás, sin haber salido del carro. Cuando se bajó lo agarré por la chaqueta y le planté un beso en el cachete mientras pasaba un dedo por sus labios. He wouldn't kiss me again. Fue la última vez que lo vi.
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