Tonight was about tension
We both knew
We both felt it
Tension in the texts in the previous week.
Tension in the pictures of work and mirror selfies.
Tension in the planning and organizing
Tension in you climbing the stairs to my house.
Tension in my opening of the door.
Tenison in that first embrace.
I tried my best to ease it a touch. I had music playing when you stepped in the kitchen, funk filled rhythms pouring from the stereo. I took your drink order, cold caffeine but boozed. I pretended not to notice you marveling over my odd abode. It’s best taken in slowly at first. I mixed up an iced latte with some maple cream liqueur, finished with cinnamon and sugar. I slid it to you at the counter and our hands grazed for a moment. You looked in my eyes and wavered at the focus you found there. You had my full attention.
Tension.
I walked you around the house and explained what I could. I absent mindedly touched your arm or lower back to get your attention, enjoying the jolt I saw flow from my touch up your spine. As you remarked at how cool and weird it all is I remind you that this is just the first of 3 floors. To the basement we went.