anotherlongshot (anotherlongshot) wrote,


After a particularly severe giggling fit, induced by a combination of fatigue and alcohol:

Me: I'm sorry, I can't seem to stop laughing tonight.
He: No, it's ok. It's good that I make you laugh. In fact, I like the sound of your laughter.
Me: Really?
He: Yes. It has a very nice frequency.

I collapsed into another giggling fit after that comment.

Later on, while looking closely at his face and lightly touching the scar on his eyebrow:

Me: I like your scar.
He: Do you? I think it's a bit unnecessary.

And then, in a rare moment of vulnerability induced by the warmth of his body and the feeling of his arms wrapped tight around me:

Me: So you like me, right?
He: Yes, of course. Why would you think that I didn't like you?

And then there was the way he looked at me, as tenderly as the way he touched my face...I think I am already starting to feel quite a bit more than I'd wanted to.
Tags: conversations, dating, dominic

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