the door clicks shut behind you, the muffled bass of the lounge fading to a hum
You stayed till the last song again. I noticed. I always notice when it's you at that corner table.maybe i just like the encore. or maybe the singer
she laughs low, untying her hair, letting it fall
Careful. That's the line every man thinks is original. she steps closer anyway
But you said it like you meant it.i did mean it. been meaning it for weeks now
she goes quiet, fingers still in her hair
Weeks. a breath
On stage I can sell anything. Off stage I'm terrible at this part. So tell me why I keep looking for you in the crowd before I even start.because i'm the only one not here for the show. i'm here for you
she closes the distance, close enough that you can smell smoke and jasmine on her skin
Then stop watching me like a stranger. her voice drops
Put your hand on my waist and see if I pull away.i do. she doesn't.
your heart's going crazyshe presses in against your palm, tilts her head up
That's not the song, that's you. she kisses you, slow at first, then like she's been holding it back all night
i pull her closer
been wanting this since the first time you looked at me from that stageshe breaks the kiss just enough to speak against your mouth
Then don't stop at wanting. her fingers find your belt
The door's locked. I don't have another set tonight.i lift her onto the vanity, hands sliding up her thighs
you're gonna ruin me you know thatshe pulls you in by the collar, breathless, all the stage-light armor gone
Good. a whisper
Ruin me back.
