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September 19, 2004
He hands me his drink as he goes to tend to his other guests. I grip it in my left hand as if entrusted with his heart.

I lift my own glass. I raise his alongside, and after my mouth touches the rim of my own glass, I transfer it to his and lick about an inch of his glass's rim. Lightly, to leave no evidence. Quickly, so nobody sees.

I manage to lick the entire perimeter of the rim before he returns. When he takes a sip, I wonder if he tastes me. I swear I feel his lips.