He's downstairs, you text. Bring him up, I type. You arrive holding his hand. He reaches for mine. Do you want the lamp on? Did you tell him how I look? Why are both of you looking at me? Come a little closer. Let him choose where he should sit. I can see your fingers on his knee. Your thumb against his chin. His eyes settle on mine. He leans across your lap to kiss me first. Look at him. Look at me. Let him watch. Switch again. Look at him. Look at me. Let him watch. Switch again. His mouth is on yours. My hand is in his hair. You look at me while he's kissing you. Then you pull me closer. He leans back to watch us. Are you watching where he looks? Keep your fingers in his hair. Come a little closer. You can watch him watching me. Look at me. Look at him. Let him watch. Switch again. I've kissed you a hundred times. Never seen your face from here. He turns your chin toward mine. You catch me looking. You smile before I say a word. Don't look away. Don't look away. Don't look away. Don't look away. You turn and look at both of us. I want to see that again. Look at him. Look at me. Let him watch. Switch again. Don't look away. Don't look away. He reaches for the lamp. I catch his hand. Leave it on. I like seeing both of you.
