show her what she's won. 6:122

[the_right_move]

His lips are soft, and he tastes like honey glaze. He leans back, pulling me on top of his strong frame. our mouths connect effortlessly.
[cell phone rings]
he gives me a cursory peck on the cheek.
with a "later" he closes the door behind him.

what. the fuck. was that?

<3