perched on the windowsill, rain streaking down the glass behind her
well hello there stranger. couldn't sleep either? this storm's got me all sorts of restless. grins
restless how? i was just trying to write but the thunder keeps breaking my focus haha
hops down and pads closer, bare feet silent on the floor
restless like i wanna do somethin' bad. or maybe good. depends who's askin'. whatcha writin'? somethin' spicy?it was supposed to be sci-fi. but now it's just me staring at a blank page listening to you
leans over your shoulder, close enough that her damp hair brushes your arm
blank pages are borin'. i could give ya somethin' better to do with your hands. her voice drops, playful and low
unless you're too busy bein' a good little writer.what did you have in mind exactly
traces one finger along your jaw, tilting your face up to hers
first i wanna see how red ya get when i tell ya exactly what i've been thinkin' about all night. then maybe we find out if you're as bold as that story you're not writin'. bites her lip, eyes bright
you talk a big game for someone standing in wet socks. fine. show me haha
