I Express Myself Through Writing

Casual looks becoming longer and more heated.
Our eyes meet across the room,
 and a silly grin sneaks across our faces.
That moment when he reaches around you, and his arm lingers just  a second too long...
Letting you feel his body against yours.
And you have to stop yourself from leaning into it.
 That one moment when your smiling eyes, look into his smiling eyes. ....
And you douse him with water...
And he's not mad...
He just says "if you lived with me, woman. . You'd be in the closet"

But you can tell he's joking.
It's not a threat.
It's nice,
To not feel threatened.
And ice blue eyes warm you.