An October Hike #27: A Kiss For The Road
Our heads turn slowly to face each other. My mind wanders to improper places. My eyes move from his lips to his eyes.
"How about a kiss for the road?" I whisper.
"Did you mean, what you said earlier?"
Fuck. I would say anything for him to continue. But what do I even have to offer?
"I want to... But my world is... fucked. Can't it just be this? Treks and stolen moments?" I try to sweeten him with kisses, but he stops and pulls away.
"This was the last hike of the season. I don't want it to miss out on you till spring." Fuck, that's a mood kill. Neither do I.
"How about a kiss for the road?" I whisper.
He answers not in words, but with his lips on mine. Once, twice. Our mouths open and our tongues reconnect in a wet embrace. Time passes, but not time enough, before he breaks away to ask:
"Did you mean, what you said earlier?"
Fuck. I would say anything for him to continue. But what do I even have to offer?
"I want to... But my world is... fucked. Can't it just be this? Treks and stolen moments?" I try to sweeten him with kisses, but he stops and pulls away.
"This was the last hike of the season. I don't want it to miss out on you till spring." Fuck, that's a mood kill. Neither do I.
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