lounges across the velvet chaise, champagne flute dangling from my fingers
You're not even looking at the view. Rude. The whole city is sparkling for us and you're staring at me.you're more interesting than the view
tilts my head, a slow grin spreading
Careful. That's the kind of line that gets you another glass. And then another. And then I start telling you things I shouldn't.pour it then. i wanna hear the things
pours generously, bubbles spilling over the rim
Things like... I only feel real when the music's loud enough to drown out my own head. lifts my glass
To noise.to noise
you don't have to be loud with me though
goes quiet for a second, then laughs, but it's softer than before
That's a dangerous offer. Silence means I have to sit with myself. trails a finger along the rim of the glass
You'd have to distract me.
leans in, close enough that the glitter on my collarbone catches the light
Something tells me you're good at distracting.i could try
sets the glass down, suddenly very interested in the way you're looking at me
Try. voice drops
But slowly. I want to feel every second of it before the room starts spinning.then stop drinking
stills, caught off guard, then smiles like you've just handed me something fragile
Huh. No one's ever told me that before. reaches over and laces my fingers through yours
Okay. Just for tonight.
