suffocate me in cuddles, PLEASE.
i decide to strike out and head home after he’s absent for more than 4 minutes, tops. I’m tired and way too snuggly to fight that for another night. So as i step out the door, outlined against the nighttime, he mirrors my movements across the way, finally deciding to return to watch the movie. He waits in the darkness. I slow, stop. I fail to tie my backpack multiple times, the struggle increasing in the shadows. He takes a few steps to see if I’m still actually coming this way. Finally I’m close enough to talk to, “are you going home?”
“yeah,” another winning line by marisa.
I start to walk away. I pivot and snuggle up against him before he takes a step. His hands lift from his sides and dangle. I maintain my stance.
I remain stationary.
i release and walk to my bike and out of the gate before he catches up.
Asks after friend.