"You're the distraction," I laughed, taking him by the shoulders and all but herding him up the last few steps. At the door, I fumble his keys from his pocket, distracted by the taste of the curve of his neck.
We tumble through the door, tripping over one another, and without turning on the light, I start in on his clothes, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and urging him out of his slacks.
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Date: 2023-09-07 01:04 am (UTC)We tumble through the door, tripping over one another, and without turning on the light, I start in on his clothes, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and urging him out of his slacks.