Thwaites & Thompson

That kiss...

Thompson

"All good?" I knock before I step inside.

"Yeah..." He nods once.

"I'll be over here working, you can rest." He points at his desk and then at his bed.

I could have stayed in my room since it was only eight and none of us were planning on sleeping now, yet, he wants to keep me in the same room with him.

He had slow soft songs playing from the speakers that were placed on two corners of the room. The tunes were pleasant, almost hypnotic...
But they did make me feel a bit drowsy. It was something I would listen to before bedtime. Not that it would put me to sleep anyway...

I was seated crossed legged on the very right side of the bed, where I've always slept, with my phone in hand.
I skimmed through my music library searching for a track of similar genre.

"Do you have anything of Frank Sinatra's?" I asked.

"Frank Sinatra?" He glanced at me thoughtfully.

"You want to play something of his?" He drops his pen and reaches for his IPod.

"I was just-"
But I was too late, he has already started skimming through his IPod.

"I have witchcraft." He glances at me and I nod once.

"But you can play whatever." He shrugs.

"No umm-that's actually the song I like..." I nodded.

"I was going to suggest it to you but you already know it." I chuckled shamefully.

"I don't think I do..." He shook his head before he put it on.

He sets his IPod aside and then returns to his work.

"Ah..." He nods knowingly.

"I do. I like it..." He smiles a little.

"I'll tell you when my favorite part comes on." He was smiling down at his work.

I listened attentively and waited anticipatively.

It was the same part. The chorus, I guessed.

Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says "Yes, indeed" in me
"Proceed with what you're leadin' me to"

I got to my feet and walked to his side.

"Wow that's-" I grinned when he smiled a little.

"Very immaculate" I nodded and he grinned.

A world of black and white, lines; thick, thin, light, heavy, dashed, dotted, and all types. Perfectly proportional, symmetrical, and complimentary.

They were blueprints of the inside particulates of what I guessed were housing units, a perfect array of a handful of them.
Houses of three floors with several spacious rooms and bathrooms.

"I'll be the one who'll design the interior of these houses..." I boasted and he frowned a little, but then he smiled.

"Do you want to?" His eyebrows shot a bit up.

"I could mention you to the owner." He suggested and I smiled.

"I've two more years of college to go." I added and he nodded in understanding.

"Which university?" He asks.

"NYU." I replied.

"And modelling is your summer job..." He spoke and I nodded.