Falling into Trouble 2.0

More inspiration from my upcoming novel, 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙎𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙨.

You were behind me, waiting for the sink
I’d never been to a bar with a community washbasin
When you opened your mouth,
I thought you would say, “Hi, my name’s Jason.”

Instead, you said, “Need a hand?”
I laughed in a way I hadn’t in ages
Who offers to help someone wash their hands?
You reached from behind me and wiped the smudges.

There were smudges on the mirror.
“There”, you said, “now you can see that beautiful face.”
Stunned, I moved backwards right into you
I was trying to get away, but I stepped right into your space

You flipped the towel over your shoulder and smiled
I’ve always been a sucker for a handsome grin
My mind was racing. All I could think of was
how I had just promised to work on myself within

You turned and walked toward the bar
I wanted to touch your stubble
I wanted you, I wanted you
I was falling into trouble