See No Evil

So they came to my neck of the woods tonight. Who fucking cares? Not my problem and not my concern. I’ll archive that sexy kiss the quarterback landed on me into the filing cabinet in my head under the label of ‘things best forgotten’.

I trace my thumb over my lips for just a measly second, recalling pretty boy’s kiss one last time. Sure it was possessive and dominating, but it was also sweet and tender. And I don’t do sweet. Sweet leads to feelings, and I definitely don’t do those.

So, I guess that’s that.

Fi

I’m no man’s toy.

I shouldn’t worry too much about it, though.

I doubt I’ll ever see Fi