I’ve had a lingering semi-chub all evening as we’ve drank wine and shit-talked with a prime view of the setting sun. But we’re sitting so close now, our faces merely inches apart under the muted glow of the deck lights. This aching need at my groin is growing more intense. I fall into the crystalline vortex of Karli’s eyes. I feel the magnetic force pulling me closer. Her labored breath fans across my lips. My hand grips the arm of my chair as I try to control myself. But the reality is, I’m one second away from losing my shit and kissing her.
