Wet and Sticky
The taste lingers in my mouth, but some drops escaped, they always do, and I can feel it gradually hardening, pulling my skin tight. There's some on my cheek, some on my chin, and some has managed to find its way down around my nipples. I know that tomorrow I'm going regret not cleaning up, but right now...
I once let slip to Mikey that when you fall asleep holding each other, all wet and sticky, that's love. This isn't exactly what I meant, but the principle's the same.
The funny thing was, Michael never asked me how I knew.
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