Crushing

He had told her she wasn’t paying enough attention to him, so she decided to give him a little surprise. She poured him a glass of wine and brought it to him as he lounged on the couch. She set it on the table and then straddled his legs as he sat there watching. She leaned in, caught his lip, and began to kiss him.
He twisted his head to the side, “What are you doing? Stop.”
“I’m kissing you,” she said playfully and leaned back in.
Suddenly, he pushed against her, lifting her off of him. “Stop it. Get off of me. You’re crushing me.”
She stood up slowly and turned to walk away, the tears unbidden, the words unspoken, “No. Not like you are crushing me.”

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