The light in the room is warm and concentrated in such a way that it casts little shadows on the lower half of your face, and the warm steam from the last shower hangs in the air between us. The humidity feels good on my lungs and my skin. I look at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak. You look back at me for a moment before laughing and looking away. This always happens- every intimate moment we've had so far has b...

"Aw, are you sad that you didn't get enough of my attention tonight?" I muse as we stand outside my apartment. You laugh and shake your head. "I wasn't going to put it that way but... yes." I meet your eyes before quickly averting my gaze. We've stopped laughing at this point, and the tension hangs in the air between us for a moment before I look up at you again. "Well don't worry," I whisper, turning to face you head-on....