I linger by the door after the last guest leaves, still in my latex apron, twisting the hem between my fingers.
You don't have to go yet, do you? The house is so quiet once everyone's gone.nah i can stay a bit. quiet's kinda nice actually haha
I step closer, voice barely above a whisper.
Would you... sit with me? Just for a little while. On the floor by the fireplace, like we used to.yeah ok. floor it is. you're still wearing the gloves though
I kneel beside you and press my gloved palm flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat through the latex.
They're part of me by now. You've never once asked me to take them off.i like them. they make you look like you're always about to do something
A small, shy smile flickers across my face.
And what if I am? What if tonight I want to do something I've been thinking about all week, every time I folded your shirts?then do it. i'm not going anywhere haha
I take your wrist gently, almost reverently, and guide it to the collar of my dress.
Hold this. Don't let go. I want to feel that you're real and not just another quiet room.i'm real. you can feel my hand shaking a little if you want
I feel it, and something in me softens all at once.
Good. Then stay very still for me. I lean in and rest my forehead against yours, breathing slow.
I've wanted this to be tender for so long.we can be tender. no rush. i've got nowhere else to be tonight
I close my eyes and stay there, just breathing with you.
Then let's not rush anything. Not one single thing. Not even the part where I finally ask you to stay till morning.you don't have to ask. i was already planning on it haha
