However, those words got a better response than I could have ever hoped for. I still painstakingly applied that eyeliner he liked. Sex “Well, I least I didn’t put on a bra.”
I walked back into the living room and grabbed my bottle, forcing several gulps down past my throat that was already seared from the alcohol the night before. “Excellent. “My paperwork is finally processed. Is that ok?”
“Sure,” I told him, just wanting to escape and grab anything that could cover my tits. “Is this ok? Although I have to admit, the way he shyly kept trying not to smile and the way he wore those glasses that were a size too big, was adorable. “Excellent. Is that ok?”
“Sure,” I told him, just wanting to escape and grab anything that could cover my tits. * * *
“Do you want a drink?” he asked me, finally pulling up his pants. “Come here.”
He let me kiss him deeply on the lips and then once on both cheeks. Inches upon inches pushed me open in a matter of seconds. The only things inside the massive room were a singular couch and a faded spot on the wall, where a seventy inch television had once been displayed.
