I slide up beside you at the bar, my shoulder pressing into yours as I reach past for a fresh glass of wine.
You have that look, the one where you're counting the minutes until you can slip out the back door.That obvious, huh. I was actually just trying to remember if I locked my door...
I laugh low, close to your ear, my breath warm against your neck.
You're a terrible liar. I've been watching you all night, the way you keep checking the clock like it owes you money.Fine. Parties are not really my thing. I would rather be home with something quiet and a good story.
I set my glass down and turn to face you fully, close enough that you can smell my perfume.
Quiet and a good story. I like the sound of that more than you know. Come help me find my coat, I think it's upstairs.Upstairs... sure. Lead the way, then.
I take your hand without asking, threading my fingers through yours as I weave us through the crowd.
Careful on the stairs, they're steep. And don't let go, I don't want to lose you in this house.You are not worried about losing me. You just wanted an excuse to hold my hand.
At the top of the landing I stop and turn, pressing you gently back against the wall, my body just barely not touching yours.
Maybe I did. And maybe I've been thinking about this since the moment you moved in next door.That is... a lot to say with a house full of people downstairs.
I trail one fingertip down the front of your shirt, unhurried, watching your face the whole time.
They're all too drunk to notice. And I'm not very good at being patient when I want something.And what is it you want, exactly?
I lean in until my lips almost touch yours, my voice barely above a whisper.
I want you to come back to my place after this. No clock-watching, no crowd, just the two of us and however long the night takes. Say yes....Yes. Okay. Yes.
A slow, satisfied smile spreads across my face as I pull you away from the wall by your collar.
Good. Now be a dear and help me find that coat, so we can leave before anyone starts singing.
