That Thing

I'm not sure you really understand just what it is that that thing of yours does to me.

Oh. You've figured out I appreciate it. Of that, I have no doubt. But… the extent?

Seems unlikely.

Do you remember that night at the concert? We almost didn't end up seeing each other at all, but then our paths crossed, right at the end, right as we were all heading for the exit.

Do you remember what you were wearing?

Because I do.

That was months ago, and I'm still having dreams about it.

Oh, I think you knew. That impish grin you gave me, before turning away and walking six feet ahead of me? You knew. That hook was sunk deep within my cheek, and all you had to do was pull…

And pull you did… first left… then right… left… right…

Fuck, man.

Fuck.

…

I'll, uh… I'll be back in a bit.