You look up as you hear the door open, watching her walk in. You smile softly and tell her that her girlfriend has gone to sleep. She nods.
“Cool, I think we've seen the last of the guys,” she says, walking over to the table.
“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure, there’s still like what four minutes of girls night out left,” you retort.
You watch her as she takes a drink from the beer bottle she just picked up. “I’ve had enough of girls, and guys,” she says, sounding exasperated.
“There’s an old horror movie on,” you tell her, trying to take her mind off things.
She glances at the television then back at you. “Works for me,” she says and you smile at her as she sits down next to you and sighs. “Are you cold,” she asks and you look over at her and nod. She leans across you to grab a blanket and you can’t stop yourself from staring at her. You give her a quick once over, and once again your eyes are locked on her face. She glances at you quickly as she leans back, spreading the blanket over both of you with a smile, and suddenly you feel tingly all over. You steal quick glances at her out of the corner of your eyes as she does this, and when she’s finished, she looks at you. Your eyes lock and you smile at her. It’s lusty, yet innocent. You’re both focusing on each other’s lips and you suddenly wonder if her lips taste like cherry, because you think they should.
You both look into each other’s eyes, and you feel warm in places a girl had never made you feel warm before. She looks back at the TV and you bite your bottom lip nervously before doing the same. You’re unsure of why you feel this way, but you like it. You let out a long, slow breath and relax against the back of the couch. You steal one more glance at her before turning back to the movie. After a few minutes, you rest your head on her shoulder. She instinctively wraps her arm around you and you tense up as her fingers brush your bare skin. She looks at you and smiles, and you relax into her.
Yeah, you definitely like this.
“Cool, I think we've seen the last of the guys,” she says, walking over to the table.
“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure, there’s still like what four minutes of girls night out left,” you retort.
You watch her as she takes a drink from the beer bottle she just picked up. “I’ve had enough of girls, and guys,” she says, sounding exasperated.
“There’s an old horror movie on,” you tell her, trying to take her mind off things.
She glances at the television then back at you. “Works for me,” she says and you smile at her as she sits down next to you and sighs. “Are you cold,” she asks and you look over at her and nod. She leans across you to grab a blanket and you can’t stop yourself from staring at her. You give her a quick once over, and once again your eyes are locked on her face. She glances at you quickly as she leans back, spreading the blanket over both of you with a smile, and suddenly you feel tingly all over. You steal quick glances at her out of the corner of your eyes as she does this, and when she’s finished, she looks at you. Your eyes lock and you smile at her. It’s lusty, yet innocent. You’re both focusing on each other’s lips and you suddenly wonder if her lips taste like cherry, because you think they should.
You both look into each other’s eyes, and you feel warm in places a girl had never made you feel warm before. She looks back at the TV and you bite your bottom lip nervously before doing the same. You’re unsure of why you feel this way, but you like it. You let out a long, slow breath and relax against the back of the couch. You steal one more glance at her before turning back to the movie. After a few minutes, you rest your head on her shoulder. She instinctively wraps her arm around you and you tense up as her fingers brush your bare skin. She looks at you and smiles, and you relax into her.
Yeah, you definitely like this.
