Midge is glad that he’s in agreement. She puts a hand on his chest when he leans into kiss her. Her lips part against his when they press against hers. It’s a deeper kiss than the one he gave her at the party and she can taste the whiskey on his mouth.
“I guess this turned into a date after all,” she says once her mouth is unoccupied.
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Date: 2024-12-26 06:40 pm (UTC)“I guess this turned into a date after all,” she says once her mouth is unoccupied.