When in Rome

by Sarah Adams

Good luck ever peeling me off you, buddy. I live here now.

You look gorgeous. I like your jean shorts—I haven’t seen these on you before. Your white tank top is cute. Has your manager bugged you today? I don’t want you to go. I’ve been dreaming of kissing you again. I don’t trust myself alone with you. And I want to hear every single detail of your day from start to finish, don’t leave anything out.

I hope he doesn’t have stage fright because I’m going to have to perform like this from now

on.