[ Even without her shoes, when her head wouldn't nestle so easily on his shoulder, he thinks that they'd fit well together. Despite himself, he imagines doing this in the kitchen of her apartment, barefoot, music playing from tinny phone speakers as coffee percolates on the counter.
It's more than nice. It's tempting. ]
You do, do you? [ Now that she's put the idea in his head, he finds it hard to think about anything else. Not like it's such a stretch from what they were doing, but still. He had been doing pretty well thinking about other things, and now all he can think about is tangling his fingers in her hair and tasting the champagne she's been drinking all evening. ] It's not midnight, yet.
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Date: 2018-01-10 09:14 pm (UTC)It's more than nice. It's tempting. ]
You do, do you? [ Now that she's put the idea in his head, he finds it hard to think about anything else. Not like it's such a stretch from what they were doing, but still. He had been doing pretty well thinking about other things, and now all he can think about is tangling his fingers in her hair and tasting the champagne she's been drinking all evening. ] It's not midnight, yet.