RETRO: THE FOREST

“So you are totally still in love with Eliza,” Alessandra smiled as she pulled off her blouse, and looked at Oscar. She picked up her phone, and took a picture of herself. She studied him as she played with the effects on Snapchat for her image. She was careful with her social media. Topless nudes and other ephemera for Snapchat. Pouty painted lips, art hers and other artists and playful commentary for her Instagram.

He looked at her, and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak she covered his lips with her fingers. She did not want to hear what he had to say, her question was rhetorical. What she wanted was his lips against hers. As she squeezed his lips, she drew closer to him and pressed her lips to his. His lips were warm and moved between her fingers. She moved her fingers away, and he kissed so she almost forgot her rhetorical question.

But not completely. 

But his kiss made her forget a lot, made her forget to ask more questions, made her forget the things that she wanted to forget why she was with him in the first place. They pulled apart for a moment to look at each other, and were drawn back into each other in the next moment like breath.

But even in his kiss, even in his arms, Alessandra was lost. His tongue in her mouth, her tongue in his was running through the forest without any idea where she was going but knowing she needed to run.

Panting and breathless like she was indeed running, she held onto him like the trunk of a redwood to steady herself.

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