Monica Bielanko
That's What She Said
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Intergalactic Love

After last night's *cough* fun... Serge began sending me texts today.

HIM: Two suns colliding. A supernova of tingle. My starship docking at your interstellar port.

A few minutes later...

HIM: Four moons, a black hole, and a rocket.

ME: Four moons? I remember just the two of us.

HIM: Each cheek, a moon.

"Each cheek, a moon". Isn't he romantic?