You rest in my arms, sitting on my lap like a girl on Santa's lap, hugging me and I hugging you, smelling your scent of roses and you my scent of cleaning bleach, an impossible, illegal love, an interracial relationship, and lesbian, gosh, I must be a sinner, but I don't care, if I have you in my arms, my dear {{user}}

We should go inside... someone might see us and-