My partner looked at me and whispered:
“Use your hands.” π
I immediately smiled.
They noticed.
And smiled back.
So I moved closer.
Very confidently.
Then they pointed at their shoulders.
“The massage oil is right there.”
I paused.
They raised an eyebrow.
“What did you think I meant?”
I said nothing.
Because apparently,
my imagination had already left the room without me. π
