Studio apartments are notoriously difficult to entertain in, yet here we are. He is lying across the top of the bed, comfortable in his own home. Yet, I shift from foot to foot deciding my position here. I crawl onto the corner of the bed, kneeling like a prairie dog surveying the land.
He rolls over and starts teasing me, trying to push my buttons, trying to make me laugh. I can’t help but smile and throw a pillow at his chest. With a smirk on his face he catches it rolling off the bed. He stalks around to my side, all the while looking at me like I am a piece of meat. Neither of us say a word. I stare back at him until he comes behind me and I can barely see him from the corner of my eye.
He leans down over me, head between my shoulder blades, exhaling down my back. I lean forward just enough that he is able to reach both of his hands onto the bed around me. I can feel his chest moving rhythmically on my back as he brings his head up next to mine. I am lost in the moment, unsure of where it’s going, but not wanting it to end.