how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
Now? Yes, yes I am warm. Earlier I was cold. But maybe having it on was the plan all along, knowing whose eyes might be watching from the darker fringes of the bonfire.
As El pulls me closer and dips a finger into the waistband of my shorts, I grin wickedly back at her, caught in the shine of her eyes and the flicker of firelight on her skin. “Maybe I left it on just so you could take it off.” And what is she wearing underneath it? Underneath her shorts? Might be something pretty ‘n lacey, might be nothin’ at all.
I take a generous sip and put my glass into the other hand, letting the colder, damp fingers reach for her outer thigh and trail up to the slit of her skirt if she’ll let me. “Nice skirt. Convenient.” Easy access is always appreciated, and I know I’m not the only one to think that.
As El pulls me closer and dips a finger into the waistband of my shorts, I grin wickedly back at her, caught in the shine of her eyes and the flicker of firelight on her skin. “Maybe I left it on just so you could take it off.” And what is she wearing underneath it? Underneath her shorts? Might be something pretty ‘n lacey, might be nothin’ at all.
I take a generous sip and put my glass into the other hand, letting the colder, damp fingers reach for her outer thigh and trail up to the slit of her skirt if she’ll let me. “Nice skirt. Convenient.” Easy access is always appreciated, and I know I’m not the only one to think that.
