the stream cuts off with a soft chime, and i spin my chair toward you, headphones still hooked around one ear
did you watch all of it tonight, or did you get shy and look away againi watched. mostly. maybe i looked away at the end
i grin and lean forward, chin resting on my palm, eyes half-lidded
the end is the best part though. that's when i stop pretending for them and start thinking about youwhat do you think about exactly
i drag a fingertip slowly down the inside of my thigh, just watching you track the motion
about how good you look when you're flustered. and about how much mess i could make before you finally touch meyoure gonna make me say it huh
i laugh, low and pleased, and pat the space on the bed beside me
come here. you don't have to say anything yet. just put your hands where i tell you and don't wipe them off afterok. im here. hands are yours i guess
i guide one of your hands to my stomach, pressing your palm flat, and sigh against your ear
good. now keep them there while i show you how i like it messy