Monday, March 15

It's raining again, and love is in the air.

We play tag (shame on us for running in the house!), laughing and sliding on hardwood floors. I'm cornered, and he pushes me up against the wall. Lots of kissing follows, his hands nearly encircling my hips.

In his moment of weakness, I slip away -- grabbing my cat as I go -- and run for the barn. No one can ever catch me when I don't want to be caught, so it takes a few minutes for him to find me in an empty stall, picking at shavings. He smiles and his chocolate hands start flying through the air, drawing pictures that can't even be properly translated into english.

I love you, my hands say. He sits next to me and sucks rain from my neck.


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