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I guess the photos of the mutilated cat whose corpse was used to make the words “I” and “You” out of it’s heart and blood, are just totally normal things my chick acquaintances over the years have forgotten to tell me while sharing their shittiest one nightstands and streaming network passwords.
Doodling the word “fuck” on the side of my shoe is suddenly summoned to a halt courtesy of the cutie tapping on the window to my backseat.
Ugh.
To be honest, he’s not cute.
His mannerisms and goofy boyish grin are cute.
The rest of him?
Can we say magically delicious?
Unkempt black hair, blindingly bright blue eyes, cut jaw, strong neck, the type of frame stacked enough to play something like soccer or swimming yet not so slender you could use him to pick steak from your teeth, are just a recipe for bending me over the hood of this car – that he demanded get parked in the closed garage for my protection – and showing me how good you really are with your hands.
And that shit?
That is not only the last thing I need…it’s the last shit I should be thinking about.
Craving.
Even if it’s been years since I’ve wanted to be with someone let alone actually done it.
“Hungry?” Kipp warmly questions from the other side of the glass prior to showcasing a plate in his hands. “I reheated it.”
Rather than answer, I return to darkening the freshly drawn letters my medical condition has me impulsively creating. “Where’s your keeper?”
“Went to bed early.”
“Why?”
“Said I’d do the dishes.”
“Why?”
“So that he’d go to bed early.”
His answer successfully pulls my stare up to see him smirking.
Beaming.
Effortlessly burning a hole in the barbwire, I have twisted around my heart.
Despite his irresistibly dreamy demeanor, I keep my timbre even, “Why?”
“Wanted to get a peek under that hood.”
Cocking an eyebrow is attached to salacious smile.
“The um…the…uh…” Kipp kicks his head to the side. “The car.”
“Mmm,” is the only retort he receives as I move onto writing a new word beside the last.
“Not your top.”
“You don’t wanna see under my top?”
“Well, I mean I do, but-” the curious glance he’s given simply makes him stutter more. “Th-th-that’s not – See that didn’t – And you said-”
