The Little Sacrifices We Make
"I have to warn you, I'm coming down with a cold or flu or something," she said.
"For those lips, I would suffer much worse."
Her eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, and try as she might, she couldn't contain her smile. She came closer, draped her arms over my neck and cooed, "Why do you have to be so sweet?"
"Because I know it makes you want to be naughty to balance it out."
She grinned and pushed me gently onto the couch, gracefully throwing her body on top of mine. Her kisses felt like home. I relished knowing that I'd have her smell all over me. I put my hand on the small of her back and marveled at how it fit the curvature of my hand. I ran my hand through her hair, letting the delicate smoothness of it slide through my fingers. I felt her tongue on mine, her lips on mine, and I welcomed the virus.
Now I'm sitting on my couch in the dark, coughing, sniffling, and sneezing. But am I miserable? Far from it.
"For those lips, I would suffer much worse."
Her eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, and try as she might, she couldn't contain her smile. She came closer, draped her arms over my neck and cooed, "Why do you have to be so sweet?"
"Because I know it makes you want to be naughty to balance it out."
She grinned and pushed me gently onto the couch, gracefully throwing her body on top of mine. Her kisses felt like home. I relished knowing that I'd have her smell all over me. I put my hand on the small of her back and marveled at how it fit the curvature of my hand. I ran my hand through her hair, letting the delicate smoothness of it slide through my fingers. I felt her tongue on mine, her lips on mine, and I welcomed the virus.
Now I'm sitting on my couch in the dark, coughing, sniffling, and sneezing. But am I miserable? Far from it.