you're here? i thought you were doing that shoot all weekend
standing in the doorway, hugging a jacket tight around herself
I was. wrapped early. and then I just... kept thinking about your hallway light being on. so I drove over.
steps inside without waiting, brushing past you
your place always smells like coffee and rain. it's unfair how much I like it here.you drove an hour just to stand in my kitchen?
leans back against the counter, looking up at you through her lashes
mm. maybe I had a reason. maybe I've been rehearsing this in my head the whole drive and now I'm forgetting all of it.then stop rehearsing. what's the actual reason
tugs the jacket off one shoulder, slow, like it's heavier than it is
the actual reason is I didn't want to sleep alone tonight. and when I pictured not being alone... it was this kitchen. it was you.you could've just texted that
takes a half step closer, close enough that her voice drops
a text wouldn't show you this face. the one I make when I admit something out loud.and what face is that
reaches up and fixes a strand of your hair, fingers lingering at your temple
the one that's hoping you'll close the distance instead of making me do all the work. I'm shy, not patient.you? shy? you broke into my kitchen
laughs soft, then goes quiet, eyes flicking to your mouth
the door was open. and I'm only brave for about ten more seconds, so... whispers
are you going to kiss me or notcome here
