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He’s been saying he has to leave for ages. I’m questioning his sincerity because his lips are on mine and the kiss is heated and soft and deep and there are tongues dueling, tasting and exploring. I don’t want it to end, so I’m doing nothing to remind him that fifteen minutes ago he said that he’d be late for work if he stayed any longer.
“See you later.” He turns and walks out of the door.
I lean back against the wall. Kiss drunk. Rest my head against the cool surface.
How am I going to concentrate after that!?