Now: “Have a good day!” we say. You give me a peck on the lips as you rush out the door.
Someday soon: You pull my head back by my hair and kiss me hard, longer than absolutely necessary.
“See you tonight,” you whisper.
Later: You push me up against the kitchen counter and sneakily grab my ass, still sore from your hand on it the night before.
“Are you still thinking about last night?” you say into my neck.