Jun 6, 2013
Hipster Harry just before he grabbed your hand and lead you away from the post-show masses lingering in the park with a nod and a quiet, "C'mere with me?" All throughout the long day you had circled each other in a slow dance of feint and thrust. A nudge here, a squeeze there. A shivery shoulder rub when you said your neck was cold. A surprise attack on his hair as his leaned back against your knees and purred at the light scratching of your nails on his scalp. And now, as he backs you flush against a tree with one hand on your cheek and one on your hip, the only reposte you can manage is a whispered, "Allez!"