Summer Nights

"All that I ask is that when I die, bury me in fractions of ash in all the places she ever felt alone" - Christopher Poindexter

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His beautiful green eyes looked at me through those long black eyelashes, "Babe, I'm like a firefighter. I find them hot and leave them wet."

I put my hands at the sides of my hips while licking my lips and smiled, "Honey, on a scale of one to ten, I'd rate you a nine because I'm the only one you need"

His lips tugged into a smug smile, "You can call me Mr Flinstone, because I can make your bed rock."

A small tint of pink appeared on my cheeks as I huffed, "Are you religious? Because you're the answer to my prayers."

His dimples popped out as he chuckled, "Wow, you are so bad at this."

I shuffled from one foot to the other, "Am not. I'm totally the best"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Prove it."

I looked up and met his eyes with my own, "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back"

He chuckled, "Alright, well we go together like copy and paste."

My cheeks burned brighter, "You're like my personal dictionary, you add meaning to my life."

A sly look overtook his face as he stepped closer, "If I flip this quarter, what are the chances of me getting head?"

I tugged my sleeves down into my palms as my cheeks became a deeper red, "The human body is made up of 75% water, and I'm thirsty."

He took a final step closer to me, "Well baby, I'm like a rubix cube. The more you play with me, the harder I get."

My breathing halted a bit as he looked down at my lips.

Then he leaned in.

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