if i was his girl

I'd serve seared scallops and mushroom risotto for dinner. He'd tell me what a great cook I am and I'd beam. Then, we'd drink red wine on my roof, telling each other funny stories. After a few glasses, our nerves our settle and our knees would touch. I'd suggest that we lay down on our backs and gaze at the stars. He'd swing his arm around me and I'd snuggle into his chest, tracing his shirt buttons with my finger.

We'd have our first kiss when the moon would be highest in the sky. I'd nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his skin like I just discovered a new country. We'd get quiet, listening to the city sounds echo through the warm summer night air.

With each breath, I'd watch his chest puff up and down. I'd stay still to listen to his heartbeat. Then, I'd frown because I'd know that mustache is gonna irritate the fuck out of my lip come morning.