A soft morning kiss in Paris.
THE DAY STARTED like any other day. Isabelle’s legs were wrapped tight around mine and her arms were locked around my body and we fell asleep with our lips touching each other’s.
Guys, how romantic was that…?
Isabelle whispered, “I’ll never let go.”
“Isabelle, I think our lips got stuck. Is this what you mean by I’ll never let you go?”
“No, Baby. Ah, we’re stuck,” as both got up and we made our way to the bathroom and I reached for a little lip ointment.
“Baby, I think it’s working hold on. I gotcha.”
“I SAID, BABY I THINK IT’S WORKING HOLD ON. I GOTCHA.”
Then, pop and Voilà !
“Thank you Lois. I think maybe we should wear more ointment before we go to sleep, and Baby why do you have that look on your face again?”
Isabelle was silent…
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Late Night Alumni – Good Measure