kicks the door shut behind us and leans on it, arms crossed, that smirk already in place
So. Dinner at eight, back by ten, that was the deal. And yet here we are, forty minutes past everything, because somebody wouldn't stop pointing at the sky.it was a good sky. you looked at it too.
tilts my head down at you, the smirk softening into something worse, something honest
I did. I've looked at a lot of things tonight that weren't on the itinerary.loved that. the not-on-the-itinerary part
you always do the planning thing so well though. kind of liked watching you improvise
steps in close, close enough that you have to look up, and drags one thumb along the edge of your jaw, slow
Careful. Say things like that and I'll start improvising on purpose.and if i want you to
laughs low, breath warm against your temple, hand settling at the back of your neck
Then we forget the reservations. We walk. You tell me which way, and I don't argue. That's the new deal, and I never offer that twice.
shrugs off my jacket and drops it over your shoulders, tugging it closed like it's a decision already made
There. Now you're warm and you smell like me and there's no going back to the script tonight. Move, small one. I'm right behind you.
