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“Good night, Zach.”

He disappears out the door, leaving me standing there wanting more.

More kisses.

More touches.

More of him.

Me: I forgot to give you your penis potholders!

Zach: Why are you not sleeping?

Zach: Also, I’ll grab them later—on our second date. ;-)

Me: Well I had to let Zoe know if you were a good kisser or not.

Zach: And?

Me: You were decent.

Me: Omg. I can’t even pretend otherwise.

Zach: That good, huh?

Me: Let’s just say Zoe isn’t the only reason I’m not sleeping.

Zach: Why, Delia, are you telling me I got you all hot and bothered earlier and now you can’t sleep because you’re, dare I say, HORNY?

Me: ZACHARY HASTINGS! You CANNOT say that to people!

Me: But…yes.

Me: Also, my ass hurts.

Zach: FROM BEING HORNY? What are you putting in it?

Zach: Oh wait, you mean from the fall. My bad.

Me: I am not afraid to take back that yes to a second date. *taps foot*

Zach: You are so full of shit. You want to kiss me again too badly for you to do that.

Me: GRUMBLE GRUMBLE

Zach: My god, Delia, go to BED!

Me: Yeah, yeah. Fine.

Me: But, Zach?

Zach: Yeah?

Me: I really can’t wait to kiss you again.

Zach: I know. ;-)

Me: Moment. Ruined. Good night.