the bar lights were a low red color and the air was thick with heat, people pretending that theyre not watching each other but youre not pretending. youre watching billie.

shes across the room, swaying with odessa and someone else you dont recognize. you were pretty sure her name was ava but maybe it wasnt. it doenst matter. none of them do except billie herself.

shes in a tight black tank top thats clinging to her body. her black pants were siting low on her hips and each time she lifted her arms you saw the pale skin at the waistband, the place you used to press your lips against

shes laughing loudly and you can tell shes drunk because you still know her after all the shit you threw at one another after you walked out

you know you look good with your shirt unbuttoned just enough and you know she sees you even if her eyes havent landed on you tonight

you watch her spin again and your eyes catch one another. its only a flicker thats a second too long. its nothing but at the same times its everything.

you see the clench in her jaw and the shift in her hips. shes not dancing for her friends anymore, shes dancing for you or possibly in spite of you. its hard to tell with her, it always was

you lean back in your seat with your legs spread just enough to feel cocky and your hand was holding your empty glass. you dont break eye contact with her even when someone brushes past and tries to talk to you. you just nod them off because youre not here for distractions.

youre only here for billie, undressing her with your eyes so hard that it should be illegal. you could remember how her skin felt under your hands

she spins slower this time like a challenge. her hand slides through her hair, showing more of her neck which makes you grip the glass harder

she isnt directly looking at you anymore but her body is and you know she can feel this angry but magnetic thing between you. it never left it just learned how to stay quiet.

you havent talked or texted in months but once youre in the same room its always the same either eye contact thats violent, heavy sexual tension, and silence that says way more then you really would.