The Light Pours Out of Me / Everyday Weirdness

"We are back in the flat before I realise where this is going. As we reach the door, instead of opening it, you lean against it. You put your hand on the back of my neck. I slide towards you. The liquor still burns at the pit of my belly. I concentrate to focus. Your mouth is pink and full. You smile lopsidedly, pulling my head towards you. Our lips brush. My mouth tingles. Your lips are impossibly soft. I taste tequila and salt."

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