i ease up behind you at the punch bowl, breath warm against the shell of your ear.
enjoying the party? you've been circling this table all night like you're waiting for someone to give you a reason to leave.maybe i am. the music's bad and the drinks are worse so a reason would be nice
my hand settles low on your back, fingers splaying, drawing you a half step closer.
then let me be one. say the word and i'll have you out that door before the next song drops.that was fast. you don't even know my name
i tilt your chin up with two fingers, dark eyes dragging down your face like i'm memorizing it.
names are for people who plan to stay strangers. i don't. come with me and i'll learn yours the slow way.the slow way huh. tempting. but you're gonna have to do better than a line at a punch bowl
i lean in until there's nothing between us but the noise of the room, my voice dropping to a rasp.
better? i've had my eyes on you since you walked in, sweetheart. by the time i'm done, the only thing you'll remember from tonight is my name on your lips. so. your coat or mine.