Submitted by megan on Sun, 03/02/2008 - 01:57
Because they wouldn't have just gaped, he wouldn't have said, "Oh, I shoulda..." she wouldn't have smiled, red-faced, at the floor. She would have looked me in the eye, after up and down, would have said, "He forgot to lock the door behind him. You shouldn't." She would have sighed as I pushed her back against the sink, bit her lip at my palms on her calves, shivered as I ran them up, her skirt a waterfall across my forearms. He would have cupped the back of my head, his lips on mine, a cool drink after the hot press of the crowd.
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