Bitten...

And there we sat with our glasses of wine, minutes ticking by turning into hours.
Catching up with casual conversations on the days of our lives.
The occasional silly giggles, the joyous laughter and the occasional stone silent moments...

Then she looks at me and smiles... Radiant as the sun itself.

And then she asks me...

She - Tim...

Tim - Yea?

She - Can I bite you?

Tim - WHAT?

Yes she really did ask me that... it was sudden, it was totally out of the blue, and sure as hell not going to be allowed!

Tim - What the hell for?

She - Just for fun la.

Tim - NO! Don't be stupid pls!

She - Oh come on...

And then she edges closer... Just my luck that I had to take the part of the couch with my left side against a wall (she was seated on my right). So it was either try to fend my half drunk friend off or try leaping over the table.

Back against the wall with no where to run... I tried to push her back... And that's when she striked.

Fucking pain weiiiiiii!

WHAT THE HELL WEI!!!

She had a good laugh about it until I showed it to her...

She - OMG! TIIIIMMMM! I'm so sorry...

Tim - No you're NOT! You're smiling!

She - Ha ha, sorry la...

Tim - grumblegrumblegrumblerant...

So I let it slide since it didn't look that bad after a few minutes... And we continued our conversations till late.

Then when I woke up the next day...

WHUT THA FHUCK WEIII!!!!

I must so find safer people to be around!