The very first thing I noticed was that he tasted like Jack Daniels and cigarettes.
It was strange, the obnoxious outbursts in the local patron’s conversations was transformed into a warm drowsy hum of background noise as I was enveloped by his smell, his feel and his taste.
What never struck me as odd was why I was kissing him. It was one of those
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