I don’t touch back, playing it cool; but I sorely want to; like, I bitterly, viscerally, feel-it-on-the-back-of-my-tongue want to touch you back. You like to drive – to have your way. Porn Dang girl. Fuck. You’re fast asleep 15 minutes later when they announce tray tables up and seat-backs in their upright positions. The armrest creates a border between us. “Give me 5 minutes and scratch the door. I want to kiss you again. I release my grip on your hair, sensing you are about to climb, which you do. “Thanks cutie” you smile as you brush your palm across my stomach on your way into our row like we’ve been dating for weeks. You’re taking me in as well. You like to drive – to have your way. I lean down to kiss you, but bump the door noisily in the process.
