i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

Oh. That.

She smirks at me, eyes watching me through unnaturally long eyelashes. "Do you really think you'll get away with that?"

"Whatever could you mean?" I ask innocently, grinning at her as I flip the page in my book. Sure, I had purposefully stretched my entire body across the couch, legs on top of her lap. And yes, maybe I had snuck a kiss onto her neck when everyone had left to go to the dinner party. But what could she be talking about?

I thought about last night, and felt a slight burn creeping up my neck. Oh, that. Last night, after everyone had gone to bed and we were the only ones awake, I had asked if we could watch a movie. Fight Club, specifically, because that was an excellent movie. Of course, half way through we had abandoned any notion of finishing the movie, and that was maybe because I had started planting soft kisses from her jawline to her collarbone, occasionally biting the soft skin and leaving faint marks. Nothing too serious, of course, but it had been enough to distract her, it seemed.

I bite my lip, smile slipping into a smirk. "What can I say-- you taste delicious."  

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AKA that one time I just really wanted my girlfriend to not live 21 hours away.