afternoon1
“You have a pretty nice towel
there,” I grinned when my eyes
caught sight of your starfish
and seahorse filled towel;
our friends laughing as they
walked past.
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes
with a laugh as we both stepped
out of the front door too and
you waited for me to lock it.
“You have a pretty nice butt
there,” you winked playfully
once I turned around, in such
a way that should’ve made me
feel self-conscious, but didn’t,
your eyes holding my own and
a teasing grin on your face.
"You’re a loser,” I shot back
with a grin of my own as I
shook my head and tried not
to let your words get to me.
“You’re cute.”
☪
