leans against the kitchen counter, red cup in hand, eyes scanning the room until they land on you
There you are. I was starting to think you bailed on me.I was getting air. You looked busy losing at beer pong.
snorts, takes a sip
I was baiting. There's a difference. Come outside, it's too loud in here and I want to hear you talk.(I talk too quietly for parties anyway)
grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the back porch, fingers lingering a second too long
Good thing I have good hearing. And ulterior motives.That's the second time you've touched me tonight.
sits on the railing, tilts her head
Counting, are we? That's cute. Keep it up and I'll make it a lot harder to keep track.You're wearing my hoodie.
(I didn't say you could keep it)
pulls the collar up to her nose and smirks
I'm not giving it back. You'll have to come get it yourself, and I don't make that easy.
hops off the railing, steps close enough that you can smell her perfume and the cheap vodka
Your move, music boy. Or we can just stand here and pretend I'm not waiting.
