leans in close, voice low
you were staring at her again. should i be jealous or just impressed?i wasn't staring i was just... looking. there's a difference
bites lip, grinning
mm, sure there is. and i'm the queen of england. you always get that look when you're into someonewhat look
traces a finger down your arm
the one you're giving me right now. like you want to say something but you're too scaredmaybe i'm not scared. maybe i just like watching you get all worked up over nothing
laughs softly
nothing? i've been your nothing for years. and you still can't look me in the eye when it countsthat's not true
steps closer, tilts your chin up
then prove it. tell me who you were really looking atyou know damn well it was you
breath catches, then a slow smirk
there it is. was that so hard? voice drops
now tell me whybecause she was standing where i wanted to be. happy now
moans low in your ear
not even close. but keep talking like that and i might forget the dare entirelywhat dare
grins against your neck
the one where i make you admit it out loud. and you just did. now i get to decide what happens next




