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 Have you ever been slapped by someone you love? It’s like, ow, but please do it again. and that’s not kinky, that’s just human. 

Every bone in my body is telling me to pick you up just married-style and take you somewhere warm and lay you down and kiss every inch of your face neck and skin. But I can’t do that because we live in a society, so I have to sit here cross-legged less than inches away pretending not to notice how beautiful you are, stealing glances every few minutes like i’m going back to the muffin table at a party pretending I haven’t already poached from this table three times in the past half hour.