Tina and I could talk for hours, our conversations a sprawling tapestry of everything from old memories to fleeting whims, stitched together by a bond that felt unbreakable. Lately, though, our words kept drifting to Alex—the high school kid I’d hired for yard work, who’d somehow earned the title "the lawn candy" during one of our late-night chats. It was a silly name, born from giggles and a shared delight in his easy charm, but it stuck, hinting at the curiosity that simmered beneath our teasing. There was something about him—something unspoken yet magnetic—that pulled us into endless debates and sly, naughty laughter, as if he were a puzzle we couldn’t resist piecing together. Months slipped by like that, until one afternoon, out of nowhere, Tina’s number lit up my phone. My heart gave a little leap as I answered, eager for her voice to spill through the line again.
“Hey, girl! Guess what?” Tina said, her excitement palpable through the speaker.
“What?” I replied before even saying hello, already caught up in her energy.
“Are you sitting down?” she asked, her voice playful, like she was dangling a secret just out of reach.
“No, I just got done pouring a glass of wine and was heading out the back door to get some sun,” I told her, stepping onto the deck as the warmth hit my skin.
“Hold on to your glass, then,” she said, teasingly, and I could picture her smirk.
I brought the glass up to my lips and began to take a drink, anticipation building. “What’s the big news?”
“I finally cleared my schedule, so I can come out and see you,” she said, her words bursting with triumph.
I took a much larger drink than usual and playfully set the glass down on the deck rail. “That’s great! When are you coming?” I asked, biting my lower lip as a grin spread across my face.
“Well, here’s the thing: I bought my plane tickets already, and I’ll be there Saturday. I hope you don’t mind the short notice? It’ll be like old times—spontaneous, wild, and full of excitement.”
“That sounds perfect. I can’t wait to see you and catch up. How long will you be staying?” I asked, my heart racing at the thought of her crashing back into my world.
“My returning flight leaves the following Sunday, so we get a whole week to celebrate you!” she said, her voice teasing, like I was the prize she’d come to claim.
“Are you excited?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her tone that made my pulse quicken.
“Hold on a second; something just hit the gate,” I said, glancing outside as a faint clatter echoed from the yard. “But yeah, to answer your question, I can’t wait to see you. It’s been too long.”
“What’s up with the gate?” she pressed, her curiosity as sharp as ever.
“I don’t see anything. Must have been the neighbor’s cat or something. I have security cameras up, and I’ll check them later. Whatever it was, it’s gone now,” I said, shifting my focus back to her, though a flicker of intrigue lingered.
“So, how did you manage to get the free time?” I asked, curious about the sudden shift in her plans.
Tina replied, “I just decided I needed a break and wanted to reconnect in person. Will I get to see the lawn candy?” she asked, her tone suggestive, pulling us right back to our favorite topic.
“He hasn’t stopped by this year. He usually comes by to set up a schedule at the start of the season,” I said, smirking at the thought of him.
“You know, if he looks half as good in person as he does in those pics, I’m going to have to taste him while I’m there,” Tina laughed, her boldness lighting a spark in me. “I can’t believe you haven’t sampled that yet!”
“He is half my age,” I said, feigning innocence, though the idea sent a thrill through me. “But I do a good job of teasing him. I’m sure he’s thought about it… especially with me around.”
“How long has he been working for you?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Going on two years now,” I replied, feeling a familiar thrill at the playful banter.
“I still can’t believe you haven’t even thought about sampling that yet,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice. “You’re usually the adventurous one.”
I chuckled at her teasing. “It’s tempting, trust me. But I like keeping it playful.”
Tina laughed. “You’re too good at teasing him.”
“Maybe I’ve just been waiting for the right person to inspire me,” I said, locking my gaze on the horizon as if imagining her right there with me, stirring the pot like she always did.
“Well, I’ll be that person. Just wait until I get there,” she said, her tone sultry, a promise woven into every word.
“Challenge accepted,” I replied, excitement flooding my veins as the call with Tina ended. Her dare hung in the air, sharp and tempting, but the clatter at the gate nagged at me, a mystery I couldn’t shake. I lingered on the deck until the sun dipped low, then headed inside, the house quiet save for the hum of evening settling in.
After dark, near bedtime, I sank onto the couch, the room lit only by the soft glow of my laptop. My phone sat heavy in my hand, Alex’s number staring back. That gate noise—had it been him? I needed to know, and his note about scheduling was the perfect excuse. I dialed, my pulse quickening as it rang, the clock glowing 10:15 p.m.
“Hey, Mrs. Edwards,” Alex answered, his voice warm, a touch surprised at the late hour.
“I got your note, and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get to the door,” I said, keeping it smooth despite the flutter in my chest. “I was engrossed in a phone call with an old girlfriend I hadn’t spoken to in years. We were deep in nostalgia.”
“No worries,” he said, casual but attentive. “I can stop by tomorrow afternoon and see what you have in mind.”
“Perfect. I’ll be expecting you,” I replied, my tone hinting at more than just yard work, the words lingering before I hung up. His voice echoed, stirring something restless, and I opened the laptop, the security feed loading with a flicker. I rewound to the afternoon, my breath catching as Alex’s silhouette appeared at the gate, one hand braced, the other moving below his waist.
My heart stuttered—shock, guilt, a hot thrill twisting together. He was stroking himself, slow then urgent, watching me topless on the deck, oblivious to his gaze. I should’ve closed it, but the heat won. I rewound, fingers slipping beneath my panties, already slick as I circled my clit, matching his rhythm on the screen. His hand quickened, and mine followed, pressing hard, a soft moan escaping as my thighs trembled. The footage glowed, casting shadows across my flushed skin, my shirt pushed up, nipples tight in the cool air.
I dipped lower, fingers sliding inside, wet and hot, curling as I rocked against them. Alex’s chest heaved, his release nearing, and I chased it, thumb flicking my clit relentlessly, sparks shooting through me. My breath came in gasps, the slick sound of my fingers loud in the quiet. He came—head back, shuddering—and I broke, a sharp cry tearing free as my orgasm hit, pussy clenching tight, a rush of warmth soaking my hand. I shuddered, thighs clamping, riding the waves until I slumped back, breathless, the laptop frozen on his spent frame.
Guilt flickered, but the thrill drowned it. I’d seen him raw, unguarded, and it woke something in me—a hunger I couldn’t just unfeel. Closing the laptop, I exhaled, knowing tomorrow, when Alex arrived, that gate would haunt us both.
The following morning, Tina called again, her voice cutting through the quiet of my kitchen like a jolt of caffeine. “Hey, I thought I would give you that early morning wake-up call to get you going. How was your evening?” she asked, her cheerfulness almost too much for the hour.
“It was great. I got a good night’s sleep, that’s for sure,” I said, cradling my coffee as I leaned against the counter, the warmth seeping into my hands. “I have something to tell you, and you won’t believe it.”
“Well, I actually have two things to tell you,” I said, my pulse quickening as I gripped the phone. “First, I spoke with Alex—he’ll be by tomorrow to finish some yard work I needed done before you get here. And the other…” I paused, letting the moment hang. “You won’t believe what the noise at the gate was yesterday when we were on the phone,” I continued, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and disbelief as I clutched the phone tighter.
Tina’s laughter crackled through the line, warm and infectious. “Oh, this I’ve gotta hear. Spill it, Lucy—what’s the big mystery?”
I took a deep breath, leaning against the kitchen counter as the morning light filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across the room. My coffee sat untouched beside me, steam curling upward, but my mind was too restless to care. “It was Alex,” I said finally, letting the name hang in the air like a confession. “I checked the security footage last night, and there he was—peeking through the gate while I was out on the deck.”
“Shut up!” Tina’s voice shot up an octave, her delight palpable. “The lawn candy? Are you serious? What was he doing—just standing there?”
I bit my lip, heat creeping up my neck as the memory replayed itself in vivid detail. “Not exactly,” I said, lowering my voice as if someone might overhear. “He was… touching himself. Right there, watching me. I didn’t even realize I was topless until I saw the footage.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Tina erupted into laughter so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Oh my God, Lucy! You’re living a damn romance novel! Did he know you caught him?”
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head even though she couldn’t see me. “He left a note at the door about scheduling, but he didn’t mention anything. I don’t think he knows about the camera.
“Well, that’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming,” Tina said, her chuckle bubbling through the line. “Come on, spill it—what was he like? I need details, Lucy!”
“Let’s just say he didn’t stop at a quick touch,” I replied, a smirk tugging at my lips. “He was full-on stroking himself to an orgasm, right there on camera.”
“So, what did you do? Just watch him like some backyard voyeur?” Tina said.
I hesitated, my fingers tightening around the phone. “I… might’ve done more than watch,” I admitted, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Seeing him like that—it hit me hard, Tina. I couldn’t help myself. We finished at the same time before I went to sleep, and he didn’t even know I was with him.”
“Lucinda Edwards, you absolute minx!” Tina crowed, her tone equal parts shock and admiration. “I leave you alone for a few years, and you turn into a full-on seductress. I’m proud of you.”
I laughed, the sound easing some of the tension coiled in my chest. “It wasn’t planned, I swear. It just… happened. And now he’s coming by this afternoon, and I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Wait, I forgot you said he’s coming back today?” Tina’s voice sharpened with interest. “What’s the plan, then? You can’t just let that slide—you’ve got to do something.”
“I don’t know,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I mean, before yesterday when he stopped by, it was all business—rose bushes, grass, the usual. But there was this… charge between us. Like he knew I knew, even if he didn’t say it. And I couldn’t stop thinking about that footage.”
“Girl, you’ve got him hooked, and you don’t even realize it,” Tina said, her tone teasing but firm. “You’ve been teasing him for two years, and now he’s practically begging for it. You’ve got to push the envelope when he shows up.”
“Maybe,” I said, glancing out the window toward the gate where it had all gone down. “But it’s not just about teasing anymore. Seeing him like that—it woke something up in me. I haven’t felt this alive in ages.”
“Then lean into it,” Tina urged. “I’ll be there tomorrow night, and I want a front-row seat to this soap opera. Better yet, I want in on the action. You said he’s half your age—plenty of energy to go around, right?”
I smirked, her boldness sparking something reckless in me. “You’re incorrigible. But yeah, he’s got stamina. I’ll make sure he’s here tomorrow night—seven, like we planned. You’ll get your chance to meet the lawn candy in the flesh.”
“Perfect,” she said, and I could hear the grin in her voice. “I’m packing light, but I’ll bring something cute to wear. We’ll give him a show he won’t forget.”
“Deal,” I said, my pulse quickening at the thought. “Just don’t scare him off before we’ve had our fun.”
“Me? Scare him?” Tina feigned offense. “I’ll be on my best behavior—well, my best bad behavior. See you tomorrow, Lucy. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do today.”
“That leaves me a lot of room,” I shot back, and we laughed, Tina’s mischief still buzzing as I set the phone down. The kitchen hummed with morning quiet, coffee untouched, but my skin prickled with the memory of hours ago—Alex, here, the air electric with what I’d dared. I leaned against the counter, a slow grin tugging at my lips, replaying it in flashes.
God, this afternoon had been a rush—his startled eyes when I’d whispered about the camera, my hand claiming him, the heat of his confession spilling out. I’d taken charge, felt him tremble under me, my voice a low command as I rode that wave of power straight to a shuddering peak. His scent—sweat, earth—still clung to me, and the thought of it sent a fresh jolt low in my belly, thighs pressing together as I savored how he’d looked at me, undone, mine. Two years of teasing had exploded into that moment, and I’d loved every second—the thrill of turning his secret into my victory, the turn-on of knowing he’d wanted me as badly as I’d wanted him.
But then the high faltered, a flicker of conflict creeping in. What had I started? I’d watched him on that footage, fed my own hunger, and now his touch was real—a line I’d leapt across with no hesitation. Was it too much, too fast, taking that boy half my age past playful glances into something so raw? My pulse still raced, but doubt nudged at it—had I pushed him where he hadn’t meant to go, his curiosity now a weight I’d shaped? Tina’s voice echoed, urging me on, and I craved her here to revel in it, but part of me wondered: was this still a game, or had I changed the rules—for him, for me?
The day slipped by—watering the roses, pacing the deck—the gate a silent taunt, his memory sparking heat and questions in equal measure. By evening, the doorbell rang, and I shook loose, opening it to Tina’s grin, her suitcase thudding inside. “Lucy, you sexy devil, look at you!” she crowed, hugging me tight, her energy a match to the fire I wasn’t sure I could contain.
“Get in here,” I said, pulling back to let her through. “You’re just in time.”
She kicked her suitcase inside and peeled off her jacket, tossing it over the arm of the couch like she’d never left. “In time for what? You’ve got that look—don’t tell me you’ve already jumped the lawn candy without me,” she teased, her tone dripping with mock offense as she flopped down, legs stretched out.
“Not quite,” I said, grabbing the wine from the counter and pouring us both a glass. “But I did get a taste today—couldn’t help it after that footage I told you about. He was here this afternoon, and things… escalated.”
Her grin widened, eyes lighting up as she took the glass. “Escalated how? Don’t you dare skimp on the details—I’ve been stuck in meetings and airports, I need this.”
I sat across from her, leaning in. “Let’s just say I found out he’s been fantasizing about me for a while. I pushed him, Tina—right here in the kitchen. He’s got more in him than I thought, and he’s coming back tomorrow night at seven. You’ll see what I mean.”
She let out a low whistle, sipping her wine. “Two years of teasing paid off, huh? And now I get to meet him? Oh, Lucy, you’ve set the stage perfectly. If he’s half as good as those pics you sent, I’m making good on my promise—I’ll taste him myself.”
I laughed, her boldness stoking the fire still simmering in me. “He’s got stamina, I’ll give him that. Enough for both of us, if you’re still up for stirring the pot like you said.”
“Stirring? Honey, I’m ready to flip the whole damn table,” she said, her voice sultry and sharp. “A week with you and a shot at the lawn candy? This is why I cleared my schedule. We’re making this wild, just like old times.”
I clinked my glass against hers, the sound sharp in the quiet house. “Then get ready—he’s walking into a storm tomorrow night.”
She smirked, leaning back. “Good. Let’s see if he can handle us both.”
Her words hung there, a dare wrapped in that sultry grin, and I felt the heat from today—Alex, the kitchen—flare up again, mingling with the wine’s warm hum. “Come on,” I said, standing, glass in hand. “Let’s eat something—I’m starving, and you’ve got me too wound up to sit still.”
We shuffled to the kitchen, falling into old rhythms—me slicing bread, Tina tossing greens, a fresh bottle of red cracked open between us. The stove hissed as pasta boiled, and we poured deep, reckless glasses, draining the bottle by the time we sat with our makeshift meal. Wine loosened my edges, and Tina’s laugh turned husky, her knee brushing mine under the table. “You’re trouble,” I teased, nudging her back, my bare foot grazing her calf, a spark flickering through me. She leaned in, her fingers trailing my arm, voice low. “Only the best kind, Lucy—bet Alex found that out today.”
My breath caught, his memory—those hands, my command—stirring heat low in my belly. “Tell me,” she pressed, eyes glinting over her glass. “What’d you do to him in here? I need more than ‘escalated’—give me the good stuff.” The thrill pulsed, tempting me to spill, but that flicker of doubt held me back.
“It was wild,” I said, smirking, keeping it light. “More than I planned, that’s for sure.” She pouted, pushing closer.
“Wild how? Come on, don’t hold out—was he hot for it?” I laughed, dodging.
“Hot enough,” I said, “but you’ll have to wait. I’m not laying it all out tonight.”
She groaned, dramatic, but her grin said she’d keep digging. “Fine, tease,” she muttered, stretching as the room tilted. “Shower time, then—I’m sticky from travel, and you’re coming too.” I nodded, grabbing our glasses, the wine’s buzz pulling us upstairs, giggles trailing as we went, her questions simmering unanswered in the steam ahead.
We climbed the stairs, wine-warm and giggling, the day’s heat clinging to us as we split for the showers. I went first, letting the steam wash away the kitchen’s lingering tension—Alex’s echo, Tina’s questions—before stepping out, wrapping myself in a silk robe, the fabric cool and slick against my bare skin, nothing underneath. The mirror caught my flush, cheeks pink from the wine and that thrill I couldn’t shake, and I padded to my room, leaving the door ajar.
Tina’s turn came next, the water still running as I settled into bed, curling up with a book under the night light’s soft glow. I grabbed my last glass of wine from the bedside table, the red sharp on my tongue, trying to lose myself in the pages, but my mind drifted—his hands, my daring, the way she’d grinned at me downstairs. The shower cut off, and I heard her humming, a low, lazy tune, before the floor creaked and she appeared in my doorway.
There she stood, a vision in next to nothing—just a pink thong hugging her hips, the rest of her bare and unapologetic. Her blonde hair, streaked, fell mid-length, damp and tousled from the shower, framing a face still sharp with that devilish spark. Her body was all tan and tone, firm curves catching the light, her perky tits high and proud, nipples faintly peaked in the cool air. She looked hot—dangerously so—every inch the wild card I remembered, radiating heat and confidence as she leaned against the frame, arms crossed, smirking like she knew I’d noticed.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she said, her voice husky from the wine, eyes flicking to my glass, then my robe, where the silk gapped slightly over my chest. “Too wired—guess your lawn candy story’s got me buzzing. You gonna finish that book, or keep me company?”
I smirked, setting the glass down, the wine’s last sip warming my throat. “Book’s winning so far,” I teased, though her presence—half-naked, electric—made the pages blur, stirring that mix of thrill and unease I couldn’t quite settle.
Tina slid onto the bed, her pink thong hugging her hips, smirking as I set my wine down. “Book’s winning, huh?” she teased, her white-blonde hair brushing my arm as she pressed close. Her fingers danced up my wrist, a slow, deliberate tease, sparking heat through the silk robe. “So, Alex,” she purred, voice thick with curiosity, “how hung is that kid—thick enough to stretch you out?”
I grinned, wine and memory igniting me—his weight in my hand, that kitchen rush. “Oh, he’s got girth to brag about,” I shot back, teasing with a wink, my foot sliding along her calf. She leaned in, eyes gleaming.
“Did you suck him off, get that cock down your throat?” Her hand grazed my thigh, nudging the robe, and I felt the thrill pulse—his groan when I’d gripped him after the ice pack.
“Not quite,” I teased, voice low, “but I worked him good—had him moaning with just my hand.”
“What about when you fucked him?” she pressed, provocative, her fingers tracing my knee. “Did he fill you up, blow a big load?”
I smirked, the heat of mounting him—his hardness sliding in—flashing hot. “Rode him ‘til I came,” I purred, “and he’s got plenty—kept going even after I soaked him.” Her grin turned wicked, and I grabbed my laptop, wine tipping my edge. “Here—watch this.” I cast the footage to the TV, Alex flickering on screen, jerking off at the gate, lost in me.
Tina’s smirk flared. “Fuck, look at that dick—he’s stroking it like he’s dying for you,” she said, voice dripping spice as he pumped. “Bet he’d drown you in cum if you let him,” she added, chuckling as he shuddered, spilling hard. My pulse raced, her heat beside me stoking it. The video cut out, and she turned, hand sliding to my neck, pulling me close. “Too sexy,” she breathed, lips brushing mine—soft, then fierce. I kissed back, tongue teasing hers.
Tina’s lips pressed mine again—soft, then fierce—and I kissed back, her tongue teasing mine, a hungry edge cutting through the wine’s haze. Her hand slid from my neck to my shoulder, fingers digging in, pulling me closer as I leaned into her, the bed creaking under us. My hands found her waist, tracing the curve above her pink thong, her skin hot and smooth under my palms. She moaned into my mouth, a low, needy sound, and I pressed harder, our breaths tangling as her nails grazed my back through the silk.
She pulled back just enough, eyes dark and glinting, her chest rising fast, perky tits brushing my arm. “Fuck, Lucy,” she whispered, voice rough, “I haven’t been with anyone in forever—watching that video, all this wine, talking about Alex… I’m so wet, so horny I can’t think straight.” Her hand slipped to my thigh, squeezing, her confession stoking the fire already blazing from his memory—his hardness, my control—and her heat beside me.
I smirked, the thrill surging, and tugged the silk robe’s tie loose, letting it fall open. The fabric parted, cool air kissing my bare skin—nothing underneath, my breasts free, nipples tight, my body exposed to her stare. “Good,” I purred, voice thick with wine and want, “because I’m not exactly calm either.” Her gaze raked over me, hungry, and she lunged back in, lips crashing mine, her hands roaming—cupping my breast, thumb flicking the peak, then sliding down my stomach, igniting every nerve as the room spun with heat and her touch.
Tina’s lips devoured mine, her hands roaming my bare skin—thumb flicking my nipple, fingers tracing my stomach—our heat spiraling as the wine drowned everything else. I pulled back, breathless, her perky tits heaving against my arm, and smirked.
“God, we’re hot—like old times, sneaking around, stealing nights.” She grinned, eyes glinting. “Remember that rooftop in ’09? You had me screaming into the skyline—nobody did it like us.”
“Still don’t,” I teased, the memory of her taste flooding back, sharp and sweet. “Roll over,” I said, voice low, commanding. “On your back—eyes closed.” She obeyed, flipping onto the sheets, blonde hair fanning out, lids fluttering shut with a trusting smirk. I flicked off the night light, darkness swallowing us, and reached into the nightstand, fingers closing around my favorite toy—a thick, curved dildo, smooth and heavy. The bed shifted as I moved, kneeling between her legs, my hands lifting her hips, thumbs hooking her pink thong. I slid it down, peeling it off her ankles, her scent hitting me—musky, wet, intoxicating.
I lowered myself, breath hot against her thighs, and parted her with my fingers—slick, swollen, begging. My tongue flicked her clit, slow at first, circling the tight bud as she gasped, hips bucking. I pressed harder, lapping her folds, tasting her arousal—salty, rich—sucking her clit between my lips, teasing with quick, firm strokes. Her moans grew jagged, hands fisting the sheets, and I plunged deeper, tongue darting inside, then back to her clit, relentless. “Fuck, Lucy,” she groaned, voice breaking as her thighs trembled, clamping my head. I sucked harder, flicking faster, until she shattered—her pussy pulsing, a gush of wet heat coating my chin as she cried out, body arching, cumming hard under my mouth.
Her shudders hadn’t faded when I grabbed the dildo, her legs quivering, pussy dripping. I teased it along her slit—slick, swollen—then plunged it in, deep and thick, her walls gripping tight. She gasped, eyes snapping open, and I pumped it—slow, then fast—watching her stretch around it, wet and needy. “Oh God,” she moaned, voice cracking as I angled it, hitting deep, her hips rocking to meet each thrust. Her clit throbbed, still sensitive, and I rubbed it with my thumb, circling hard. Her breaths turned ragged, body tensing, and she clenched—hard, sudden—a sharp “Fuck!” tearing free as she came again, pussy spasming around the dildo, a fresh wave of wetness spilling out, coating my hand. She bucked, trembling, then collapsed, panting, the room thick with her cries and our heat.
Tina collapsed, panting, her pussy still clenching the dildo as wet heat glistened on my hand. Her blonde hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, eyes half-lidded, and I pulled the toy free, smirking at her wrecked sprawl. She caught her breath, then rolled toward me, a hungry glint cutting through her haze. “My turn,” she rasped, voice thick with wine and want, pushing me back onto the pillows.
I sank into the sheets, silk robe gaping wide as she slid down, her hands parting my thighs—firm, eager. Her breath hit my skin, hot and quick, and she dove in, tongue flicking my clit with a teasing swipe. I gasped, hips jerking, already slick from the night’s rush—Alex’s echo, her moans. She pressed harder, lapping my folds, tasting me—wet, tangy—her lips sucking my clit, slow then fast, a rhythm that lit me up. “Fuck, Tina,” I groaned, hands fisting her hair, pulling her closer as she hummed against me, the vibration spiking my nerves.
She tongued me deeper, circling my clit with tight, relentless strokes, then sucked it hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting. My thighs trembled, clamping her head, and she pushed a finger inside—then two—curling them, pumping as her mouth worked me over. The pressure built, sharp and wild, my moans tearing free, ragged and loud. She flicked faster, fingers thrusting, and I broke—pussy spasming, a hot gush soaking her lips as I arched, cumming hard, a cry ripping out, body shaking under her relentless tongue.
She eased off, licking me slow through the aftershocks, then crawled up, her tan skin brushing mine. I pulled her close, tasting myself on her kiss—salty, raw—our breaths slowing, bodies heavy. The wine and heat dragged us down, limbs tangling in the dark, and we drifted off, sated, the night swallowing us whole.
