y shoulder as she scurries

she comes back out with a ti

s grea

d to being steered toward the top shelf; I have the money, and t

ront of me. My body nudging me to hold her waist

m I resisti

question is wh

end. It's h

ents bring her dangerously close to me. As she stretches up, her short dress

ace glimpse through my

ses alongside hers to help her reach the bottle

g off her skin directly into my own breath

t permission, like she's air I've been short on and current run

he bottle but I

is too fast. Her mouth connects squarely with my ches

en, pulse race and my stomach is being t

never been this hungry for any

ooking up at me in horror-

he pink lipstick stain s

heel of her palm, her chest brushing against my arms whi

g her saying please in a very different context. I grab her wr

order and silence engulfs

cheeks and a faint flush climbs her neck, up to her c

athing clearly. I also hear my

ink lipstick on her cheeks then I swipe it o

y thumb on her bottom lips, feeling t

does something in me that I

on with a voice that's thick

ase her wrist slowly, letting my f

lightly under my touch and a low, invo

rushes in

ely and step back before

through my body

nd walk toward the desk, swallowing th

er, heading to

here: salesgirl and cashier. Money will g

Anor?" She tilts her he

fume. I watch her work- the images of how perfect she'll

visible from here and the flus

her a little longer than necessary as I pay. I see the pulse jumpi

get

ou up," I finally deci

weaty," her voice s

lusional" she licks her lips and

perly dresse

er chest rise and fall faster with each step I close. I

complet

own pulse forms a drumbeat of its own. The soft flesh of her c

the counter until my face is inches from hers. Near enough that I can feel the warmth h

es flutter at me.. S

other hand to her neck, an

TST

ds around my head and my stomach forms

te it. Her pulse hum beneath my fingers an

nd something sets of

u

, the other fishing my chest, my blood boiling

l the time in the world, like I'm not fighting the urge to come f

s against my chin and her chest

I l

les back, one hand flying to her mou

aving, lips are

shop in the next te

placate myself with the thought t

y... I'm sorry," Even her

d your dress f

shop feeling

've had sex. That's a decisio

hat? Your girl experienced this moment an