im sitting at the table. im breathing heavily. I can’t hear the conversation about insurance. I can’t smell fish. I can only smell you. I hear your breath in my ear and feel your hand on my chest, pushing me back into my chair. the most enormous pressure against my chest. god your hand is so large and warm and soft. your hips are against mine and your lips have moved down to my jawline. the fingers of your free hand push through and mine clench. I bury my face in your hair in an attempt to cover my mouth. I actually moan, but then remember my company and turn it into some kind of cough. they’re still talking about insurance. I think id better take this to the bathroom. excuse me.
