"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 doing your best to be subtle, sneaking away from him, while I was less subtle about sneaking towards you. I wonder, in the end: 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.