T is for Twitch

We sit in the dark, light coming from the blinking lights of the tree and the village glowing in the corner.

The lights twinkling reflect in our wine glasses on the table. The house is silent except for the whining of the lighthouse, which squeaks each time the light goes around.

As we sit there naked, the light also reflects on your face and I lean over and kiss you softly. Your arm slips around me as I kiss your shoulder and then your chest. I sink my teeth in and you let out a hiss.

After I release you, you say, “So, that’s how it’s going to be, huh?”

“That’s how it’s going to be,” I respond as I watch you twitch in anticipation.

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