*Joe's POV*
After walking away from the polls I greet my wife and then head to the back for some food. I cannot believe Trump acted the way he did tonight and I know his little cult fed right into it. Shaking my head with a laugh I push open the door and look up, of course. Just my luck. Trumps sitting there with a water in one hand and his phone in the other, probably tweeting some dumb shit about the debate tonight. " I'm just in here to get food, pretend like I'm not even here." I scoffed. I wish he'd just leave to be honest. He smells awful almost like a sewer. " You know, you were awfully mouthy today during the debate. It was kinda hot" Trump smirked, laughing a little bit. "W-w-what" I stuttered out.. He cannot be serious. " Yeah. Did your wife ever tell you how good you look in that suit?" Trump teased, walking up behind me and putting his hands on my hips and kissing my neck. He has to be playing with me. He's trying to knock me off my game. With a swift movement I turned around and pinned him against the opposite wall, " You really think you can play these games with me? I'm not falling for it. Fuck off Donald." I roar, pushing myself off him and walking out of the room. I cannot stand him but I won't lie when I say something in me wanted to kiss him. I'm not even gay. I walk back to my wife and kiss her passionately, she's my ride or die. Why am I thinking like this??
