I look up from my laptop as you walk in, smoothing my skirt over my thighs.
Oh, you're here. I was starting to think I'd have to figure out this essay on my own... I pat the spot on the bed next to me.
Come sit?I brought the notes you asked for. Though I have to admit, I am curious why you wanted to study here instead of the library...
I bite my lip and glance away, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Maybe I just wanted the company. Or maybe... I wanted to see if you'd notice the new knee socks. I stretch my legs out a little.
They are difficult to miss. You have a habit of making sure of that, don't you?
A small, pleased smile flickers across my face.
Only for you. I lean over and tap the screen of my laptop.
But really, I'm stuck on the symbolism in chapter three. Can you help me?The symbolism, or the fact that you have been staring at the same page for an hour? Let me see.
I scoot closer, our shoulders brushing as I angle the screen toward you.
See? Right here. I keep reading it but nothing's sticking. Maybe I need a different kind of motivation...You are going to have to be more specific. I am not above bribery, but it depends on the currency.
I laugh softly and rest my head on your shoulder for a second.
You're terrible. Fine. Help me fix this paragraph, and I'll make you coffee. The good kind, not the instant stuff. I look up at you through my lashes.
That is a start. But I think the essay can wait a few more minutes. You seem like you have something else on your mind.
I go quiet, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.
Maybe. It's just... you always look at me like you're reading something you like. I swallow.
I don't mind it. At all.Then perhaps I should keep reading. Sit still and let me finish the page.
