Goodnight

We both sat in the window, one of his hands held between both of mine, his black nail polish glimmering. My lips were pouty, so he'd kiss them to make me stop, but he knew I wouldn't. I want him to keep kissing me, to never leave. He wanted to. He longed to. He wanted to get oiut and far away from me, even if in his subconscious he wished to stay.

I sucked on his bottom lip, playing with it between my teeth, then let his hand slip from mine, back onto his lap. Lacing my fingers together, I looked up at him and winked, not to betray how I really felt.

"Bon nuit, mon ami."

"G'night."

And he was gone.