Two Beds — One’s Dead

Since you won’t, I’ll admit, I’m impressed. The story; you tell it so well. A bet you made with a friend to kiss me one autumn night in the pavilion turned into forever. Your footsteps crept through crowded rooms, shyness in your smile, and your auburn hair tucked behind your freckled ear were to die for. You forgot the whole killing me with kindness part — freaking out and burying me under your bed — it must have slipped your mind. Before you orgasm in a wet dream, I’ll pop in to watch. Deal?

(© 2022 AC)

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