Somehow I know the same thing is happening to Freja as well.
A few more moments of silence pass between us, no sound other than the chill strains of the reggae playlist emanating from her computer.
A new song starts, jarring Freja out of her spell. She clears her throat and and blinks her eyelids a few times rapidly as if a bit shaken. She has a peculiar look on her face, like she is trying to process what has just happened between us, too.
I mean, we haven't even kissed yet.
She gives me a curious look and then lights the bowl, taking a hit then passing it to me. We both smoke for a few minutes completely naked and not uttering a word, being unusually careful not to touch each other's skin when passing the pipe. Almost like we're both scared of the powerful s****l attraction between u
