It’s been one of those days – started off with your toes sunk into cat puke at 4:45 am, coffee maker overflowing at 5 am, your car battery dead under the hood when you tried to leave for work, and your key snapping off in the lock of the diner once you got there.
You desperately need to blow off some steam, so you push him against the rough brick wall with all you’ve got. He grunts in the cool night air, but the grin on his lips tells you he isn’t complaining. “What’re we doin’?” he asks, his eyes laughing and his tongue dancing just behind his bright white teeth as he rests his hands on your hips. You want to suck that teasing tongue into your mouth, so you yank him into you by the lapel of his leather jacket and rise to your tiptoes to kiss him.
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