Watching the bike pull up in the distance as I stared at this person in front of me, I could not help but whistle ever so slightly the moment he turned off the engine and pulled the helmet from his head.
"Long time no see," I said, arms crossed over my chest as Lace got out of the bike and made his way to me, grabbing me by the back of my head and pressing our lips together, much to my surprise.
His lips are hungry, almost as though he was touched starved for years on end and he finally is able to get something to eat. They moved in a way that almost told me that he is going to make sure he eats his absolute full.
Well, this is one way to say that he misses me. Lace is not someone I know to be very vocal about the things he likes, dislikes, desires or otherwise.
But, while he does not say much, his body is a completely different thing. He is body talks where his tongue keeps silent and I think I really like that part about him.
