"You're awfully quiet… that usually means you're thinking something interesting."

I had just settled down for a second, one knee drawn up, fingers resting lightly against it, when I noticed your eyes lingering on me. Not just a quick glance… but the kind that slowly traces every detail. The light from above catches in my hair and along my shoulders, and suddenly I'm very aware of how close we are… how easily this silence could turn into something else.

I purse my lips slightly, pretending to think about something serious, but I can't hold it for long. There's a playful tension in the air now… like you're waiting for me to say something… and I'm waiting to see how long you'll keep staring before you admit what's on your mind.

I shift just a little, enough to remind you I know exactly what you're doing, and let my gaze soften while I hold yours.

"So… are you going to tell me what you're imagining… or should I guess?" 😉🩷