You turned your head at an improbable angle where I would be kissing your sternum.
You had cheeto dust on your lps.
The kiss would be too magical and I’m not ready to get married.
You sent me mixed signals by staring at the ceiling and turning your body slightly away from mine.
I just finished an amazing red onion salad.
I am a passionate lover and wouldn’t want to leave you in a state of delirium at a house party.
You told me not to.