Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.
Going on this date was such a bad idea.
Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?
Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.
Feeling where his eyes, his cheekbones, and his jaw were. It gave her a quick mental picture.
Alice smiled. He was a handsome boy for sure.
Clyde asked her, “Would you like to see how my lips feel?”
Everything stopped as his lips pressed against hers.
So many thorns that he couldn’t touch without being pricked intimidated him
Perhaps that was what was intended, but he wouldn’t let that deter him
It just made the pursuit of that simple touch that much more exciting
Knowing one false move, one wrong twitch would leave him sore and bleeding
Except when he finally got through and she smiled… it was worth all the pain
Swearing up a blue streak was her pressure relief mechanism
And she needed all the relief she could get tonight
Little did she know her ex was going to be there with his super-model girlfriend
That’s when she knew she had to do something to assert dominance
Yet loosening the tops to the seasoning shakers were probably not the route to go
Feet drifted along the hardwood
Looking for the beat desperately since he felt his life depended on it
Of course, they could not find it and so he dreaded what would happen next
Ordinarily he would have abandoned ship and found a wall to prop up, but…
Rachel kept smiling at him as she tried to follow his lead, and that was all that counted
Finding men talking about her curves all the time was quite tiresome
It made her wish they were a little less… conical
Geometrical arguments be what they may, the boys never added things up correctly
Underestimating her desire to derive their equations
Relying on a vanishingly small probability that she would be impressed by the results
Especially since their plots would undoubtedly be too small and dreadfully unenlightening
Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe
Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it
And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore
Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug
Damn that hurt. It just wasn’t the same.
How high in the air was he right now?
Everything looked like it was so far away
It made him giggle with glee.
Gesturing he asked her, “Is this how you see everything?”
Her slap to his shoulder threw him off balance. “Why did you do that?”
That’s when she took her glasses off his face.
Making traditional Mexican sauces always made Maria smile
Of course, her Abuela made them so well that she should really sell them, but she wouldn’t
Leading to Maria secretly recording the kitchen for the next 24 hours
Everyone will suspect her brother when the recipe gets sold, but she was going to be the…
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
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