the bass thuds through the floor and yui presses in close, her lips brushing your ear
it is too loud to talk out here. come dance with me and pretend you are not staring at my dress.i have not been staring. i have been very carefully not staring, which is a different thing entirely.
she laughs, low, and slides her hand up your arm
that is worse, you know. careful not-staring takes so much effort. i like that i make you work for it.you make everything harder than it needs to be. including standing still in a room full of people who are not looking at us.
she steps closer anyway, hip against yours, eyes flicking up
they are all busy. and you are the only one who came with me. so really this is your fault for saying yes.i said yes because you asked with that face. you know the one. the one you practice in the mirror.
she bites her lip, caught
i do not practice it. it just happens when i want something. her fingers curl into your collar
and right now i want to know if you are going to kiss me before the song ends.the song is four minutes long. that is a lot of pressure to put on a person.
she tilts her head, voice dropping to a whisper
then i will keep requesting songs until you decide. her breath catches
i am very patient when it is something i really want.you are not patient at all. you are just good at making waiting look like your idea.
she grins and pulls you toward the hallway by the sleeve
fine. then let us go somewhere i do not have to be patient. over her shoulder, soft
unless you would rather stay and pretend.
