“Put it back on,” Leslie, my middle-aged neighbor, demanded while straddling me.
I was still trying to catch my breath. “Are you into this kind of thing?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just put it back on.”
God, she was bossy. I liked it. I slipped the red ball of sponge back into place. It plugged my nose forcing me to breathe through my mouth, with each inhale I could taste the pungent, floral scent of her fake perfume.
She leaned forward and kissed me.
Her face was smudged with makeup; I wasn’t sure if it was hers or mine.
Word Count: 101
Writer: Tess Devine