He pauses and turns around, staring at me. I stare back at him. And we stare at each other in silence for a solid five seconds, during which no one speaks and I’m wondering why the hell he isn’t just leaving if he can’t wait to get away from me. His lips part. Then they close. Then they part. Then close again. He takes a step forward, then a step back. What the fuck is he doing… Dancing?? Is he waiting for me to do something?? Finally, he breathes out a long exhale and bites his lip. Inching over hesitantly, he kisses me on the jaw and mumbles, “I’ll text you.”
