That little jump at the sound of the other person’s voice. The listening of approximating footsteps. The waiting for the mention of your name. The urge for that interaction.
The conversation flows. The smiles rise and the cocky playful fighting streamlines and conducts your movements. Then the inevitable… the end. The pull-away. But then both look back and stare again, starting the conversation from doorframes, leaning into the walls to make sure the message of interest is conveyed.
Then the final stroke, the invitation.
The magic.
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