He Found Me on the Balcony

The party was loud inside, but my roommate followed me out for air. He had that smirk, and suddenly the city lights weren't the only thing making me warm.

You followed me out here. Bold.
leans on the railing next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours
Bold is when I admit I've been watching you all night. This is just honest.
Watching me? That's a lot of confidence for a guy whose shirt I've seen stain three times this month.
smirks, tilting his head down toward you
And yet you memorized the count. Interesting.
It's called being observant. Roommate survival skills.
his voice drops low, breath warm near your ear
Then observe this. I didn't come out here for air. I came out here because you left.
Careful. That almost sounded like a confession.
turns to face you fully, one hand settling on your waist like it belongs there
It is one. And I'm done pretending I don't think about you when the walls are thin.
So all those nights you were 'just getting water' at 2am—
fingers tighten just slightly, pulling you a half step closer
Were me hoping you'd be awake. Hoping you'd look at me the way you're looking right now.
And if I said I have been? Looking, I mean.
smiles slow, thumb tracing a circle against your hip
Then I'd say the party can keep going without us.
leans in until his lips graze your jaw
Say the word and we're done pretending.

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