Earlier in the summer. My place.

We spend the night curled up on the couch watching a movie. A bottle of red and a proper spliff always made for perfect, lazy evenings. She tells me she just wants to be friends and I concurred. Neither of us are ready for anything serious. But after the film is finished, there we are, laying alone in the dark quiet room, listening to each other’s heartbeat.

My fingers caress her face and she closes her eyes, she pulls herself closer to me and I smile.

In another time, in another place, this would be a picture of love. But there are no fireworks when our lips touch. And although time does seem to slow down when we kiss, it does not stop.

“What’s wrong with me?” we both ask ourselves.

Everything. Nothing.

We laugh.

Author:Ira Jay (@holdtrue_)

Photographer: Corentin Schieb