A new drabble:
Beware of Bite
He waited until the end of the appointment to ask, fingers brushing as she handed over his new bite guard.
“Are you free later?”
“Sorry?”
“I have a thing for dental hygienists,” he said, winking.
She looked him over. He knew what she saw, though he hadn’t seen it himself in years. A tall drink of dark and handsome, only slightly marred by two remarkably sharp canines.
“Sure, why not?”
“It’s almost 7:00. When do you get off?”
“Eight o’clock.”
“Can’t wait.”
Just enough time to prepare, he thought, dropping the bite guard into his bag with all the others.
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J.R. Johnson 
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