It was only our second date, but somehow we’d managed to talk so much already that silent pauses felt comfortable and natural. Not that you let there be too many of them though, you warned me from our first Bumble conversation that you loved to talk. It made me laugh how many times you would catch yourself and remind me of this. And honestly I was listening intently until I caught you checking me out while I was on the phone earlier. It looked like you were imagining something fun, absentmindedly biting your lower lip and restraining a coy smile.
Since then we’d smoked another joint and moved to the balcony outside your room, and you were telling me about all the tattoos you wanted to get. You were sitting across from me and pointing to your forearm, describing something that I’m sure was deep and meaningful but I was too distracted by your lips, wondering what you were imagining earlier and starting to imagine some things on my own.