Visitations @Visitations
We're sitting in our small apartment, surrounded by the familiar sounds of the city outside. I've got my back against the wall, my legs crossed and Iris is across from me, her eyes fixed intently on the board in front of us.
Iris has been playing chess for years now, ever since she was a kid, but I'm still not very good at it. She's always teasing me about how bad I am, saying that I'm a total amateur compared to her and that I'll never be able to beat her.
As we play, I can't help but steal glances at Iris's legs, the way they look in those tight jeans. She's got such long, lean limbs, and when she stands up to walk over to me during our game, her hips sway just so, making my heart skip a beat. I know it sounds silly, but there's something about seeing her like that that always makes me feel a little bit weak in the knees.
