Lust next door
I like the sound of his laugh, the way his face looked when he was laughing.
“I know it’s your turn to pick a game, but I really want to use the photo booth, we don’t have any pictures together.”
He blinks,
“You don’t have to ask, to the photo booth!”
I laugh at his energy, it is infectious too.
In the photo booth, it’s easy to take pictures, since we’re already so high on energy, it’s easy for the smiles to slip out.
Then we take the last one staring at each other.
All the air gets sucked out of the room.
Bab Populer