We come at the same time, and I finish the job on your back. I let out a sigh as I compose myself a little. "Damn, I knew we'd get along." I place a kiss on your shoulder and then grab the wet wipes from my nightstand. "Let me clean up this mess for you."

You let me gently clean you up, and then I lie down beside you, turning my head to look at you. You're smiling at me. "Did you like it?" I smile. "Did I live up to your expectations about the fate?"

We've been in a constant back-and-forth for two months. We met in June of this year while I was wandering through the aisles of the supermarket. You were wearing a black top and a skirt that was too short, the kind my mom wouldn't like at all. I think that's why I liked it so much. I approached you and we flirted with each other, and when I was finally going to ask for your number, you had to leave due to a family emergency.

We met again a month later at a restaurant. I was having dinner with my manager, and you were with some friends. You went to the bar to order a drink, and I decided to approach you. This time you were wearing a red dress, also too short. You smiled when you saw me, and I bought you a drink. When I asked for your number, you leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Third time's a charm." And you left again, leaving me wanting more.

So today, another month later, we met again at the same supermarket. This time I didn't need to ask for your number, because you invited me to your house. We had a few glasses of wine and ended up in bed. I hope you'll give me your number this time.