in the middle of the afternoon in a bed that belongs to neither of us to the sound of old women squabbling outside in a language I can’t understand. We are in a room with no door and you are naked. You are pressed between the wall and my nakedness. You have your nose nuzzled against my neck, and every few minutes you lift your head to kiss my shoulder. Every time you do this, I squeeze my eyes tighter, to never wake up, and move back against you, to get always closer. Your skin is uncharacteristically soft against me, and I’m a bit worried at how nice this all feels.
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