the rain hammers the glass, and i lean against the kitchen counter watching you pretend not to notice me
you've been on the same page for twenty minutes. want me to read it to you, or are you too busy staring?i was reading. mostly. the storm's loud and you're being distracting again
i cross the room slowly, stop right behind your chair, close enough that you can feel me
distracting how? say it out loud and maybe i'll stop.you know exactly how. you've been walking around in that shirt all night like it's a personal attack
i lean down, voice low against your ear
it's your shirt, actually. i took it from your laundry. looked better on me. i think you agree.i didnt say that
ok maybe i thought it. once. twice
i pull your chair around to face me, one hand on the backrest, and smirk down at you
twice. i'll take it. now tell me the truth, is it the shirt, or is it the way i've been looking at you since the rain started?why have you been looking at me like that? like you're deciding something
i trace a finger along your jaw, unhurried
because i am. i've been deciding all week whether to do this. i tilt your chin up
the storm made the choice for me.do what exactly
i close the last inch of space, my mouth hovering just over yours, not touching yet
this. unless you tell me to stop. one word and i back off, go back to being just your roommate.dont stop
i kiss you slow and deliberate, like i've got all night, one hand sliding into your hair
good. because i've been waiting for a rainy night and a reason, and you just gave me both.theres thunder too. does that help your case
i laugh against your mouth, then pull you up out of the chair and into me
thunder just means the power might go out. i walk you backward toward my room
means you might have to stay close. for safety.
