Sugar, please
I brought my index fingertip to his sunburnt neck, not touching him, almost not brushing him. I went down slowly following the route his backbone set me. From his hair’s root to his t-shirt’s border. I felt the shiver of his skin on my nape, the hot clouded my eyes, my heart started to beat too fast. Bumbumbum. And suddenly:
- Hey! – he said.
- Hi, could you please pass me the sugar in my table there is only sweetener? – bumbum, bumbum, bumbum.
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