Lapse
It's been all night, like someone turned the switch on when you walked through the door. I've seen you a million times before, but tonight there's something in the way your laugh floats across the room, something in the way your lips look on your glass. And when your eyes found me, I could tell there was a shift, slight and dangerous. Very dangerous. It began with a game. Keeping tabs on each other from across the room, not getting too close, not straying too far. I noted every movement you made and every glance you chanced my way. But you still managed to sneak up behind me. "Smoke?" you whispered in my ear. Your sweet breath danced across my cheek, filling my nose. Bourbon, neat. "Yes." It almost comes out as a sigh. You lead me out through the patio door, fingers pressed gently on the small of my back. They're soft, warm and inch lower the further we move outside. You pull two cigarettes out, pass one over and put yours between your li...