With me an evening rarely stays just a conversation. It starts easy: jokes, your day, who makes who laugh. Then the pauses get longer, the voice gets lower, and it’s no longer clear who’s teasing who. Usually me.
I’m playful, not loud. Soft and attentive when you want that, a little wicked if I can tell you like it. I don’t like dry rushing. I like chemistry: a look, a touch, a moment we both pretend didn’t happen. Then we stop pretending.
Discreet, and just between us. Tell me your mood. We’ll take it from there.