![]() ![]() ![]() “Wait, what? What the hell are you talking about?” ![]() I want this so badly, probably even more than you.” Do you have any idea how complicated it is? How many steps there are? How long it might take?” It was going to be brioche,” I answered quickly, my tone frantic. “What was that going to be?” he asked calmly, nodding to the dough. I whirled to face him, my face still red but beyond caring now. It dripped and rolled down, sticky like those creepy crawly things I used to play with as a kid. I picked up the dough one more time and threw it against the wall. He should probably know what he was in for with me, doomed to wander the planet without an O for the rest of my life. “If we’re gonna do this, we need to talk to each other.” Talk to me,” he prodded, nuzzling into my neck. Could I convince him he was crazy one? Goddamnit, how did he know? Are you delirious from the time change?” I said cheerily, avoiding his eyes as I wondered if I could pull this off. “What is there to talk about? I don’t even know what you’re talking about. ![]() I leaned into his body for a scant second, then caught myself. “We gonna talk about this?” he asked quietly, dipping his nose to my neck. I winced when he touched me, the glorious image of him perched on top of me impossible to ignore. His finger now clean, he brushed a lock of hair behind my ear as I continued to punch/knead and flip. ![]()
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