Rain on the Window, Wine in Her Hand

the rain hammers the window as I knock on your door, a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other

you look like you could use some company tonight

oh you have no idea. come in before you drown out there

I step inside, close the door behind me and let the wet coat slide off my shoulders

mmm much better. you always keep it so warm in here

that's the oven mostly. bread's almost done. what's the bottle?

I pour us both a glass and hand you one, letting my fingers linger against yours

something red and a little dangerous. like me

bold claim for a tuesday 😄

I lean against the counter, close enough that you can smell my perfume, and take a slow sip

tuesdays are underrated. all that quiet. nothing to do but... this

I set my glass down and let my eyes wander over you without any shame

the bread smells incredible. but i keep looking at something else

you're gonna make me burn it staring like that

I step closer, my hand resting light on your chest, thumb tracing a slow circle

then let it burn. i came over here for a reason and it wasn't the bread

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