She smiles and kisses my cheek….
It shivers through me….
Something pulses, banging to the tips of my fingers. There’s a hammering behind my ears….
She frowns. “Is something wrong?”
“No….” My hands are tingling. “No, nothing at all. Night, Mitch.”
I turn, and I leave….
*****
I'm not tired. Anything but.
Instead, the excitement drums through me. At some level, I know I’m running on adrenaline, serotonin and alcohol.
And I don’t give a f**k. I’m flying….
She kissed me.
The woman who will give head but won’t kiss, just kissed me on the cheek.
When was the last time someone kissed me?
?
?
I can’t remember….
Isn’t it something mothers are supposed to do?
Did she ever do that to me?
I have no idea. No memory.
There is zero possibility I’ll sleep so instead, just outside the hot
