Sunday

"I want you to use me." June says, resting his head against me. "However you want."

I blink. "...what?"

He gestures vaguely. "You said... aesthetics and convenience."

I scoff. "I wasn't being serious June."

He studies my face like he's trying to figure something out. He sighs heavily, like he was disappointed. But it's not quiet either. It's dramatic and drawn out.

"You don't get it," he murmurs. "This is the first time you've ever noticed me." His hands find my waist and he pulls me ontop of him. "I don't want you looking at other options." He plays with the hem of my shirt. "I want you to use me."

He looks up at me, face a shade pink. Whether it's from the alcohol or embarrassment is unclear.

He flips our position. He straddles over me hold his shirt up in his mouth. He takes my hands and places them on him.

"Use me however you want."
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A push and pull romance between two people whose feelings grow more sincere.