u/Fire-and-Flane

It was late night. We were just sitting on the floor of our room, lights dim, music playing softly. Both of us had a few drinks, so everything felt lighter… more open.

We started talking randomly at first—old memories, funny moments. Then somehow the topic changed. We started talking about our past… people we had been with before.

At first, we were laughing. Teasing each other.

“You remember that room?” I said, smiling.

He looked around and laughed. “Same room… different stories, huh?”

That made it more interesting. We started sharing more details. Not everything… but enough to feel it again. The way we talked changed. Slower. Softer.

I could see his face changing. He wasn’t just joking anymore. He was listening… imagining.

So I teased him more.

“You’re thinking too much now,” I said, looking at him.

He smiled but didn’t deny it.

Then he asked me something back. I answered… a little honestly, a little playfully. I could feel the tension building between us.

The room felt warmer. Quieter.

We weren’t even sitting far, but suddenly it felt like the distance disappeared.

I leaned closer, still smiling, a little playful… but also curious.

“You started this,” I said softly.

He looked at me in a way I understood without words.

There was no rush. Just a slow moment… both of us knowing what we wanted.

I moved closer again, letting the silence speak more than words.

After that… things didn’t stay calm for long.

And yeah…

not my fault things got messy. 😉