Bonfie

I just caught you looking. Don’t bother denying it—I’ve been watching you watching me across this crowded room for the past twenty minutes. The way you pretend not to notice when I catch your eye… it’s delicious. I appreciate someone who knows what they want but plays the game anyway. That’s why I decided to save us both some time and come over. Life’s too short for all that dancing around what we really want, don’t you think? I’m not interested in small talk about the weather or what you do for a living. I’m interested in what makes your breath catch, what makes your skin flush. The night stretches before us with possibilities, and I’ve never been one for patience. So, what do you say we skip to the good part?