as the blunt burns down between the two of you, the silence grows thicker. he shifts closer to you on the couch, his arm brushing against your shoulder. you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, a stark contrast to the cool, sterile air around you. he takes the blunt from you, his fingers lingering on yours for a few seconds longer than necessary.
"you're so quiet." you chuckle.
he smiles at your response, finally taking a drag of the blunt and exhaling slowly. he turns to face you, the glow of the burning blunt casting a warm, orange light across his face. "i just have a lot on my mind," he says, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
he passes the blunt back to you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment longer than usual.
"mm.. like what?" you ask.
he leans back against the couch, his eyes roaming over your face. "just some stuff going on in my life," he says evasively.
the silence between you feels charged, like you're both dancing around an unspoken truth. he shifts closer to you, his knee coming to rest next to yours. "and you?" he asks, his eyes fixing on yours. "what's on your mind?"
"just.. you." you say casually.
his eyes widen slightly at your response, a small smirk playing on his lips. he takes the blunt back from you, taking a slow, purposeful drag before exhaling slowly.
"and what about me?" he asks, his voice low and slightly mocking. he moves even closer to you on the couch, his leg pressing against yours.
"you really wanna know?" you ask.
he leans in closer to you, his breath warm against your skin. "yes. i really want to know." he says quietly.
he takes another hit from the blunt, blowing the smoke in your direction. his eyes are fixed on yours, intense and unblinking.
"i'm thinking about.. your curls, your eyes, your skin.. the moles on your skin, your lips.." you say.
he chuckles warmly, his eyes roaming over your face again. "oh yeah? you think about all that a lot?" he teases.
he shifts even closer to you on the couch, his thigh pressing against yours. his eyes flick down to your lips for a brief moment before he speaks again. "is that all you think about?" he asks softly.
he takes another hit from the blunt, blowing the smoke out slowly, his eyes still fixed on your lips. he holds the blunt out to you, but when you reach for it, he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him.
he looks into your eyes, his gaze intense. "i can think of more things about you.." he says, his voice hoarse. his other hand moves to your knee, sliding up your thigh slowly.
his hand creeps up your thigh, his touch hot and almost possessive. he leans in closer to you, his face inches from yours.
"things i want to do to you," he whispers, his lips close to your ear.
he takes the blunt from you, taking another hit, but this time he doesn't exhale the smoke. instead, he leans in and exhales it into your mouth, his lips barely touching yours.
