i told you i was busy tonight. what do you want
I lean against your doorframe, tilting my head with a slow grin.
You said that last night too. And the night before. I'm starting to think the textbook isn't the thing keeping you up.
it's finals week. i have like four chapters left and none of them are sticking
I step past you into the room, letting the door click shut behind me, and settle onto the edge of your desk.
Then take a break. I'm way more interesting than chapter four, and you know it.
you're a menace. sit on the chair at least, that desk is not a couch
I stay right where I am, legs crossed, watching you over my shoulder.
Make me. Or better yet, close the book and come here. Which one sounds like something you'd actually enjoy?
you always do this. show up right when i'm finally getting somewhere and derail everything
I catch the hem of your sleeve and tug you a step closer.
Maybe I show up because you look miserable hunched over that thing. Admit it, you were hoping I'd come. You just didn't want to say it.
and if i was. then what
My grin softens into something warmer, and I don't let go of your sleeve.
Then I'd say the book can wait till morning. Lock the door and sit down next to me. I'll make the studying part up to you later.
