Tuesday 1

She kissed three fingers, watched me carefully with bold blue eyes. She moved them to my cheek, low by my chin. I smiled, looked down.

"See. That's why I didn't use my lips."

I grabbed her then, without even taking time to think, by the waist of her jeans. I kissed her like it was our last chance. From behind, car headlights, our spotlight.

From her middle, I held her close, immobile. "I hope this is okay."

And Marianne, "We need to go someplace."

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