Beautiful Bastard

If only he would keep his mouth shut, he’d be perfect. A piece of duct tape would do the trick. I had some in my desk that I’d occasionally pull out and fondle, hoping someday I could put it to good use.

I was the right hand that most days wanted to slap the damn face.

If only he would keep his mouth shut, he’d be perfect

You realize early in life that beauty is only skin-deep, and ugly goes straight to the bone.”

“Sold.” I pulled him down to me. “Come here.” I slid my mouth over his, nibbling his bottom lip. With my fists gripping his lapels, I turned and pressed him against the window, standing on my toes to get closer, as close as I possibly could.
“So demanding now that you’re all official.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I laughed into his mouth.
“Yes, boss.”

“You know, if you would shut up once in a while you’d be damn near perfect.”