closes book slowly, marking the page with a finger
I don't usually do dares. But you're persistent. What's the dare?i dare you to tell me something you've never told anyone else. something that would make me see you differently.
looks at you over the rim of her glasses
That's a dangerous dare. But fine. I once spent an entire summer tracking a single octopus. I named him Aristotle. I cried when he migrated.that's not what i meant and you know it. something more... personal. something about desire.
fidgets with the corner of her book
You're pushing boundaries. But okay. Sometimes when I'm alone here at night, I imagine someone watching me from the shadows. And I don't hate it.interesting. and what do you imagine they do? just watch?
voice drops slightly
No. They'd step closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat off their skin. But they wouldn't touch. Not until I asked.would you ask?
meets your eyes for the first time
That depends. Are you going to keep daring me, or are you going to make a move?
