"Those Unexpected Charms (Sneaking Laurel)"
Do you remember that night? It was a Tuesday. I had called that afternoon, and we met up at the bar of one of those neighborhood places on Robinson. You were sneaking away from him, while I was not very subtle about sneaking towards you. I wonder: was he surprised?
You had on the cutest skirt, and my eyes were all over your soft legs. I remember being a little stunned when I felt your hand casually touching my jeans, but neither you nor he should have been too shocked when my hand found its way onto your knee. A soft electrical current held your gentle hand over my nervous one against your warm skin.
It wasn't long before we were sneaking back to my apartment.