"Don't threaten me with a good time."

The change was not dramatic. Rather, it was keenly subtle.
Bodies turned that extra degree towards one another,
eye contact held a few extra seconds. That goddamn eyebrow raising itself suggestively.
The jokes, the easy familiarity, the easier confidence, all remained the same.
Playing off one another, they questioned (inwardly) the arrival of new possibilities.
Pop culture references break up the lingering brushes of fingers that pass joints.
Giggles and changes in couch arrangements.
The braver (or hornier) of the two remains a vague mystery, though the onus falls to him.
Quiet heavy breathing, they get reacquainted.
Arm in arm, yet barely touching, mischievous and anticipatory smiles are all they wear.