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Because then, I'm forced to remember.
We had a great time. It was nothing but friendly and sweet.
And then came time for our goodbyes.
In my mind, I'm thinking..."Just give me a fake hug, just give me a fake hug...And I'll be on my way..."
But no. It was like some weird magnet forced our bodies together into a proper embrace.
It was snuggly. Just what I had been craving...almost all my life.
And then I felt a hand cup the back of my head.
That's not part of a normal hug, fool.
I'm about to throw a flag down on this play.
The hand gently comes down.
Ok. That's better.
And then the hand comes back up again. And holds the back of my head with a bit of passion and intensity.
I'm sorry what.
No sir. You can't just spring those moves on people. Didn't your mama tell you these rules?
And I'm a bit stunned. He says some gibberish.
And I try not to drool on myself.
Well played, sir. Well played.
Now I'm trying to figure out middle names for our future babies.
"Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem, by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer: Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up, until the time is ripe—and you’re ready." - Song of Solomon 2:7