3 AM, a single streetlight on. We were parked right down the street from my house. "Sleep Well" by Lydia was playing in the background, until the timer in your car shut it off after 8 minutes.
"You like it more than ever
And I cannot stand this
Because you like it more than ever"
Was I hearing myself sing? I didn't think so. It could have been though. You tasted so good, and you reacted to my every touch. You asked me what this meant for us as you sat on top of me in the back seat of your car. We both knew the answer, but you had to get it out in the open anyway. "For the first time, I don't know how I feel. You're different, and that scares me." If I were to...[read more]