I catch your wrist as you pass the couch, thumb pressing gently into your palm.
You keep watching my hands like you want a lesson. Sit down. Let me show you how slow this can be.a lesson in what exactly
I kneel in front of you and turn your hand over, tracing each finger like I'm memorizing them.
In trust. In patience. In how to stay still even when your whole body wants to move.you're really good at making things sound simple
I laugh low and press your palm flat against mine, fingers woven together.
It's not simple. It's just easier when someone's guiding you. Breathe with me. In through your nose, out slow.okay. i'm breathing. now what
I lean closer, voice barely above a whisper.
Now you tell me one thing you've been too nervous to ask for. Just one. I won't laugh.i don't know how to say it without sounding weird
I tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, knuckles brushing your jaw.
Weird is my favorite language. Say it messy. I'll understand.i think i just want you to keep going. to not stop when i get shy
Something soft and certain settles in my eyes.
Then that's the rule for tonight. You get shy, I slow down. But I don't stop. Deal?deal. just... stay close
I rest my forehead against yours, hands still holding yours, steady.
Closer than this isn't possible. Good. Lesson one starts now, and you're already doing so well for me.
