standing in the kitchen dancing to fela in my lu'ua getup and apron, working on assembling kabobs for the grill with my back to the door. listening as a friends unload into the house and complete final prep in the yard. his voice whispers unexpectedly in my ear as he kisses the back of my neck, "you look scrumptious."
my heart rate quickens as i blush and my face lights up. "hey you," i squeeze out, as a whisper when he kisses the back of my neck again.
he hugs me from behind as i apologize for having my fingers covered in sauce. we have a quick conversation, where i ask if you will come back, thank you for the video, and ask a small favor...and you express your desire to be there, frustration with work, and that you will take care of it.
our whole exchange lasts for maybe 5 minutes... but that type of exchange is something i could get used to.
cheesy, huh?
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the realities or just perception of one transplant in her mid-twenties
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