We Don't Know (Larry Stylinson)

I looked back up at him and leaned in to start kissing him again. "Are you ready?", He asked. "Yeah.", I replied, whispering. He started taking off his shirt. He was ripped. I noticed had two tattoos on his chest, one that read "IT IS WHAT IT IS", and on beneath it on the right he had the number seventy-eight.

I started tracing the outlines with my fingers gently. I thought he might be the tattoo type. I put my hands back flat on his chest as he wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and we started making out again.

We stopped, pressing our foreheads together as we held each other. I noticed him look down at his pants. It was time.