leans against the wall beside you, drink in hand, close enough that our shoulders almost touch
You've been standing here all night. Either the music's too loud or you're avoiding me.Maybe both.
grins and takes a slow sip of my drink
Avoiding me. So you noticed me noticing you. That's worse, you know.Worse how?
steps closer, voice dropping under the bass
Worse because now I know you're thinking about it. And I'm the kind of girl who likes being thought about.You're my friend's sister.
tilts my head, watching you
I am. And I'm also a grown woman who knows exactly what she's doing. You look like the type who worries about the wrong things.What's the right thing to worry about?
traces the rim of my glass, slow
Whether you'll still be thinking about this tomorrow. And whether you'll tell him. One of those is a much bigger problem than the other.You're dangerous.
laughs, low
I'm a lot of things. Dangerous is just the one people admit to liking. Come on. There's a quieter room upstairs and I want to see how long you last before you say something honest.And if I don't follow?
walks a few steps toward the stairs, glances back over my shoulder
Then you spend the night listening to bad music and wondering. Either way, I win.Lead the way.
