Um, the movie is Nine, fyi. I know you haven't seen it. But it explains enough in the writing.
The couch is itchy.
My fingers fit perfectly between his.
It’s so hot, I’m sweating, and the air conditioner is broken. The fan is on, but it’s just blowing around more hot air.
He rubs his thumb in a circular motion on my wrist, giving me goosebumps.
The dogs across the alley are barking incessantly, making it hard to hear the awful movie.
Every once in a while, I can hear his quiet breath, as he places a tender kiss, just behind my ear.
He throws his head back and laughs, closing his eyes, “This movie is ridiculous.”
He stands up, takes my hand, and in a higher pitched voice says, with a latino accent, “I’ll be waiting for you, with my legs open.” And winks. Giggling I say “Mmhm, and you’ll be waiting for a while.”
He smiles. He sits back down, kissing me lovingly, and holding me again. When the movie ends, he disgustedly says “They make you want to feel bad for Guido, when he’s just a jerk. You know I wouldn’t do that to you, right? Ever? I love you.”
I kiss him.
“I know. I love you, too.”
You can make this between any two people you want obviously, but mine well...its about a certain von-trapp esque looking boy that we both know.
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