Kiss Me When You Come Home

She would constantly catch herself thinking about him, rather than something that she was supposed to. Just like the other day, for example, she would think about his strong arms and seducing scent when she was in front of her papers, working. Her boss didn’t mind her reckless distraction, or rather he did not care because she was good at what she was doing. In such cases, she would try to focus on the documents she had to finish and deadlines she had to meet, though the only “meet” she wanted to happen soon was to meet him, her arms to meet his, her lips to meet his, and her whole body slowly, romantically, dreamily vanish into his hug.

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She came home after her job and undressed slowly. Looking into the big mirror hanging on the wall, she imagined his arms sliding around her shoulders and his lips touching her neck… She noticed the goose-bumps that had suddenly risen on her skin, put a robe on and went to the bathroom.

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Even though it had only about 9 hours since she saw him, she missed him badly… and so did her body. Letting her hair down while staring at her face, she couldn’t help thinking about him again. Now she was thinking about him coming back home, with a boyish smile on his face. “Kiss me when you come home…”, she whispered to herself, thinking about him. “He’s home soon, in about 17 minutes…”

Viktorija Gorcakovaite

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