Lo is here.
In my apartment.
Again.
And this time I invited her.
Of all the things I shouldn’t be doing, this one ranks pretty high, and I’m not sure I won’t be breaking the other shouldn’ts that rank even above this one tonight...
Like going back over to her after I’ve put the pasta on and set a timer. Sliding my hand up her arm, stepping close, needing to feel her, smell her, have her close. Or the way she leans back into me, her body warm and so comfortable.
I lean in a little, putting my lips to her neck, and she lets out a shuddering breath, pushing back against me more.
She smells so good, she feels so good. I know that we’re not supposed to be doing this, but I can’t help but want more of her.
I slide my hand down her arm, over her hand, weaving our fingers together, and she
