that night.

he saw you from across the room. noticing you, noticing him. the laws of attraction define passion and the tension in the air brought you home with him. you sneak into the bathroom and make sure your mascara hasn't smeared too bad. you fix your lipstick and glance in the mirror, practicing the way you'll look at him.

you stratigcally move as if theres a spotlight on you and they've pressed the slow motion button on the remote. he focused on your hips and watched the way you manuver. every moment you make, you know he is watching.

he slowly lifted your shirt over your shoulders and told you youre an angel. a glass of wine and a virginia slim. he dims the light and watches the way the left side of your face is shadowed.

you slowly climb into bed and let go of all inhibitions.

you sneak out while he falls asleep. the morning light has a way of making everyone uncomfertable. you can feel the sun creeping in through his broken and dusty blinds, you remember the way you felt before that first drink.