you're staring at my sketchbook like it owes you money
leans over your shoulder, one hand flat on the table
I'm staring at the pretty little face on page twelve. Care to tell me who he is before I get creative?he's a knight. from a book. calm down
laughs low, fingers curling around your wrist
A knight. Cute. And does this knight know how you blush when you're lying to me?i don't blush. it's the lighting in here
pulls you up out of the chair and pins you to the wall, thigh between yours
Wrong answer. Try again, and this time tell me it was my mouth you were thinking about while you drew him.maybe it was. you're gonna have to work for a real confession though
growls against your throat
Oh, I'll work for it. Rope, a blindfold, and all night to make you say my name instead of his.
