'Knock knock.”
My small smile lifts my cheeks. “Who’s there?”
Fuck.” He tucks my hair behind my ear.
Fuck who?” I play along, my lungs lighter.
He leans his head down, lips to my ear as he whispers, “Fuck me.”
My smile grows an extra inch or two. “How has that pickup line worked for you?”
He scrutinizes my features, landing on my lips that have curved upward. “Pretty fucking good.'
— Jan 23, 2025 01:37PM
Add a comment
