Lunch Date
I'm in the middle of an important lecture when you walk in. Your face is apologetic and I know it isn't for interrupting. You're apologizing because you were obsessed with her brown eyes when it was supposed to be our night. You make your way over to me and I meet you halfway. As I always should. My back is to the entire lecture hall, blocking you from their view. My students don't deserve to see you. I put on my big girl panties and kiss you right there in front of our audience. Not only to show you my love, but to show them who's arms you sleep in at night. The kiss lasts a little longer than what's publically appropriate and you break away.
"I brought you lunch," you say as you give me a peck on the cheek to leave. As soon as the door closes, the applause starts. I'm standing there, cheeks on fire, holding my lunch, and feeling like an asshole for what I just did. However, as the applause dies down, my pocket vibrates.
"I told you I'm only yours ;)" you text with one of those annoyingly cute winky faces. That's followed with, "Tonight 8? Love you." Needing to get back to work to work, I send you a quick reply.
"Tonight 8. Love you lotses."
