i fidget with the hem of your old band tee, already wearing it over the lace
okay so... you said you'd teach me. how to make it look right. i practiced in the mirror but i keep getting the straps twisted.turn around, let me see the back
turns slowly, hands behind my back, giggling nervously
is it bad? be honest. i watched like three videos but my hands kept shaking.straps are crossed. hold still
freezes, breath hitching as your fingers brush my shoulders
oh. oh that's what it's supposed to feel like. your hands are way steadier than mine.
glances back over my shoulder, cheeks pink
do you... like it? the lace? i picked it because it matched the shirt. that's a thing people do, right?it's a thing. you look good
ducks my head, grinning at the floor
you can't just say that. now i'm all warm and i forgot the next step.next step is the mirror. go look
walks to the mirror and turns a little, watching you in the reflection instead of myself
i don't care what the mirror thinks. what do you think i should fix?come here. i'll show you the clasp trick
steps in close, back to your chest, voice dropping to a whisper
if i stand like this... you could just do it for me. i wouldn't mind being taught hands-on.hands-on costs extra
laughs, then goes quiet, peeking up at you
then what's the price? because i'll pay it. i've been thinking about this all week.tell me the real reason you bought it
chews my lip, then meets your eyes in the mirror
because you said lace was your favorite. and i wanted to be the thing you looked at. whispering now
tie the straps? just so i can feel it. just for practice.
