It was 2am and we were making pancakes and grilled cheese sandwiches.
Purposefully bumping into each other just to feel the brush of warm skin and crumpled t-shirts.
Sitting on the counter, Jack came over and started tickling me, but I held fast and tried to not luagh.
As a distraction I wipped out my cell phone.
He brushed my toes and the arch of my left foot..
I started hyperventilating and he grinned knowingly.
I pulled up Brandy’s number and began a text message.
“slo.” I typed out before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable and full throttle laughter.
“I win,” Jack said triumphantly. He came close and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He kissed my cheek and I smelled something burning. My cellphone sat on the countertop, unfinished business always written across its cracked screen.
Just as Jack’s lips were inches away , he paused and sniffed.
“Oh shit,” he sworn solemly, his eyes like saucers.
I giggled and finished my text while he saved the toast.
Slow Down I pushed send.