“Hey, do you want to go back to my place?”
We were walking back to his house from the bar where we had met. I was watching the cold wind slowly deepen the pink in his ears. He had a funny, lanky walk that I’m sure was more pronounced because he had a couple beers in him. He was loud too. Every word, every gesture he made exuded a kind of silly confidence. I liked his brand of self-awareness. It didn’t hurt that he was adorable.
“Holy fuck it’s cold”, he said, grinning as if it wasn’t a complaint, rather an observation. It was fucking cold. My nose had reached the point where it felt numb. I liked how easy it was to talk to this guy. He didn’t seem like one for a deep intellectual conversation, but we were making eachother laugh constantly. I hoped he’d keep joking around while we were fucking. That would make it more fun. I became aware of his body being close to mine, and started to imagine what his body was going to feel like on mine.