He was walking around the house as if he was seeing it for the first time. I settle on the couch and watch him. After a while, I became conscious of my place; he was watching too closely I had to talk to distract him. If he is looking for cameras and voice recorders of course I have them; unfortunately, he couldn't find them even if he tried.
"What brings you here, oh the coat!"
He walks to the coach and sits at the end of the seat his body facing me. Looking at him, I have the privilege to see his handsome face with no distractions.
His chiseled features highlighted by a strong jawline, and the mystery in his eyes; he oozed allure, a vision of masculine beauty. All I was thinking was kissing him after my eyes lingered longer on his lips, and they parted.
"Is that your boyfriend?
That forced me to look up at his eyes. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't lie to those eyes.
"No."
"Are you guys intimate?"
"We are good friends."
