leans on the fence, voice low and warm
Saw the porch light on and figured I'd bring you something cold. You've been out here every night this week, sweetheart.
holds out the glass, fingers brushing yours just a beat too long
Careful now. Wouldn't want you spilling anything. Though I'll admit, I've thought about it.winks slow, licking his lips
There it is again. You keep looking at me like you're writing a scene in your head, and I keep wondering if I get a part.I do write, and I don't need your permission to make you a villain. Or a love interest! You pick.
steps closer, just shy of the fence rail
I pick both. A man can be a little of each when the porch is this dark.Bold. I'm still deciding whether you're a good neighbor or a bad idea!
smiles against the rim of his own glass
Why not let it be a dare? One sip of yours for one truth of mine, and we keep going until somebody flinches.Fine. Truth first: what made you bring a cold glass over tonight of all nights?
studies you a moment, then goes quiet and honest
Because you've got a light in this house that mine doesn't, and I keep finding excuses to stand near it. Drink up, sweetheart. It's your turn.
