He laid in bed for hours searching his ceiling for its cloak and dagger encryption. Her shy smile played in endless loops in the back room picture show of his mind. Her fingers coyly tracing the edges of her wine glass was the image that was beyond etched into his memory. Oh how this night made him burn. Years of friendship worked a long slow spark into an inferno between them…but was it right? Gods, he didn’t want to mess up what they had but…his body, his soul, his essence and very being, everything he was screamed at voice shattering levels.
She stood before his door. Hand hovering like an unsure humming bird, ready to strike, to knock…but frozen. Wild and unfamiliar thoughts snaked through her mind as if electric eels decided to delight in a cocaine party. Nonsense, all of it. She knew that…but what moved her to her current position was beyond her. Her feet, her body conspired and plotted mutiny, drawing her in for her destruction. She’ll have to remember to get them back if she somehow survived their uprising.
She stood before his door. Hand hovering like an unsure humming bird, ready to strike, to knock…but frozen. Wild and unfamiliar thoughts snaked through her mind as if electric eels decided to delight in a cocaine party. Nonsense, all of it. She knew that…but what moved her to her current position was beyond her. Her feet, her body conspired and plotted mutiny, drawing her in for her destruction. She’ll have to remember to get them back if she somehow survived their uprising.
