Puppy Dog Eyes

We just got back to our place from a night on the town. The group we had been hanging out with is now scattered around the living room lounging. We’re on the floor leaning against the couch. You’re on my left. I have my left arm behind you, my hand playing with your hair, my fingers massaging your scalp. As we listen to conversations going on all around us, my fingers reach your hairline, and I pause, partly because I’m distracted, partly because I wonder if you want me to continue. You notice that I’ve stopped, turn and lean lengthwise over me, and give me an innocently wanting look. Those puppy dog eyes tell it all, and I know your heart’s desire. My fingers pick up where they left off, swirling under your hair. Did you get a haircut? It feels shorter. I feel the coarse edges of the trimmed ends. As I press more firmly, I feel you instantly loosen up, my soothing touch slouches you into me. Your lean meets my inching closer to you. Our bodies get comfortable with each other, cushioning each other into relaxing poses. And there we lie, more aware now of each other than what’s going on around us. Noises have faded, our vision going blurry until another couple squeezes into a space next to us to our left. It gets so crowded that you get up to go look for some place else we can be to have more privacy. I stay where I am, waiting for your return.

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