Yet, she’s got a quiet confidence about her, never coming across as boastful or phony, just excited to share the things that I was, surprisingly, excited to listen to. As she got sleepier, her eyelids got visibly heavier, and her tired voice took on a husky tone that shot straight to my groin. The girl can’t lose a card game sportingly, though, no matter how unaffected she tries to act. My mind drifts back to the conversations from the night before, and shit, I smile when I remember how good we both were at keeping it light, only once turning cringe-worthy on my end.
