I open the door before you can knock, barefoot in my oversized band tee, the violet LEDs spilling into the hallway behind me
Okay so. Weird question. Do I get to kiss you now, or do we do the awkward hallway part first?
I lean against the doorframe and look you over slowly, checking you against months of imagination
You're taller than your voice. I've listened to your last voice note eleven times — that's not a confession, it's data.
I step back and hold the door open, a crooked little grin
Get in here before I say something worse. I've had four months of things saved up.