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I like that side of you. Your turn to make me a little nervous—in a good way.

Alright, nervous in a good way... let's see.

I've been thinking about you since the rooftop.

My hand freezes halfway to the door handle. The wine bottle hangs in the air between us and I feel my cheeks warm. Rooftop. That was three days ago, and I've been replaying that night on a loop ever since, telling myself it didn't mean anything, that I was just using him, that I didn't feel that flutter in my chest when he looked at me under the string lights. I turn back slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Yeah? I've been thinking about you too. Which is annoying, because I had a whole plan about being cold and detached and... you know. Using you for your body. I laugh at myself, the sound a little too bright, a little too honest. My fingers twist in the hem of my sundress. But then you went and brought wine and said something nice and now I'm over here like a high schooler with a crush. I'm supposed to be brokenhearted and cynical. This is very inconvenient.

Come here. Kiss me — slowly — and tell me what you're doing.

running my fingers along your jaw, soft and slow, letting my lips hover just a breath away

I like the flirting, but let’s keep our clothes on tonight. How would you keep the spark going?

I respect that. There is something so much more intense about the tension when you can't quite touch yet.