He ate the same thing, watch the game, and when I saw him lay down, I knew what to expect. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be spying on you, but-” the other me began. Feeling anxious, we lunged at the same time. To my surprise, it was another me I found there. I came home, fixed myself a quick meal, watched some of the game on the T.V, and sat there on my sofa. “Do you want to shower?” I suggested. I put everything back where it belonged, and I stepped onto my balcony to look for the source. We then leaned towards each other, until I felt my own lips press against mine. Once he reached the end of my legs, he gripped my ankles, and began to lick the soles of my feet. As we kissed and rolled off each other, we grimaced at the mess we made all over ourselves.
