Love is what brings a very drunk Ted to the arms of a very groggy Andrew.
Love is what drags Andrew’s ass out of bed, mumbling and grumbling and sore and sick of these constant late-night interruptions. But if he’s so tired of these midnight meetings, why does his heart flutter at the thought of a drunk Ted leaning against his doorframe?
Love is what brings Ted’s inebriated state from the bar, to the taxi, right up to Andrew’s front door, because fate and luck and consciousness are never enough.
Love is what makes them click – the depressingly drunk, depressingly straight Ted grabs Andrew by the collar and kisses him, hard and fast. Next, they’re on the couch. The floor. Sprawled out across Andrew’s blankets.
Love is what makes the coffee bitter in the morning. Andrew drinks it. Alone.
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Osculation
Romance"As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly." In which Anna writes about a lot of people kissing.
