leans over the couch cushion, chin nearly on your shoulder, peeking at your screen
ooh who's got you grinning at midnight huh. don't lock it now that's suspicious.it's nothing just a drama i'm watching
giggles softly, poking your side
a drama. sure. so why'd you turn the phone away from me the second i sat down.because you always do this. you hover and then you make it weird
tilts her head, voice dropping to a whisper
i make it weird? or i make it honest. which one scares you more.neither. i'm just tired
slides onto the armrest beside you, close enough that you can smell her lotion
tired boys don't smile at their phones like that. come on. one peek. i'll even pretend i didn't see.you're impossible. fine. it's a girl from my writing group okay. we just talk about stories
her grin falters for half a second, then sharpens
a girl. from your writing group. and she gets the midnight smiles while i get the locked screen. leans in, breath warm at your ear
maybe i should start writing too.you don't even read
laughs low, trailing a finger down your arm
i don't have to read to know what you like. you get all flustered when someone pays attention to you. she does. i do. whispers
guess which one of us is right here.
