Under these club lights oftentimes things can look better than they are. We’ve all fallen victim to that, rose-coloured, strobing glasses — but not him. All golden even though he’s not, my favourite mouth in the world on the face I see when I close my eyes. BJ presses his tongue into his bottom lip and I want to kiss him so badly — he’s watching my mouth — he wants to kiss me too. I know the look.
