Tagged: Sex (778)

They rolled into the kitchen and he reached for something, anything, because he thought it sexy. His hands found a zester. She quickly left.

She rolls off him and lights a cigarette and takes in the smug look on his face and says, You make me want to quit for all the wrong reasons

And then she slapped him and she said, Your eyes were doing naughty things, and he denied it and she said, Only look at me. But he couldn’t.

They wake, crusty eyed, with metal-melting breath, exposed and naked. Ashamed. Good morning, he mumbles. This isn’t going to work, she says.