You Can Leave Your Hat On

Press palm to palm. He comes up behind you, an arm snaking around your waist, warm breath at the nape of your neck.

“Kiss me,” he says.

It’s like the gravity of the sun, pulling you in. Mouth to mouth. You turn, belly to belly. Breast to breast. Heart to heart.

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