![]() ![]() “What would be a good idea?” she asks, so close now her lips skim the words over my mouth. The short skirt rides up as she spreads her thighs to bracket mine. “It’s not the best idea,” I say, my voice low, raspy, nearly unrecognizable. She carefully climbs onto the couch, over my knees. To a life that, aside from the stories I tell, the movies I make, is pretty empty, too. I swallow deeply, wrestling with my own longings. “I want to kiss you,” she whispers over my lips. Desire clouds the clear brown, long-lashed eyes that bore into mine. We’re inches from the inevitable, and she’s the only one who could stop us now. ![]() Our noses touch and panting breaths wrestle between our lips. ![]() When she leans closer, aligning our faces, I don’t pull back or push her away. I’m ahead in this game and should cut my losses. I’ve managed to keep the promise to myself. ![]()
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