youre still in my bed. thought sorceresses were supposed to vanish at dawn or something
stretches languidly, the sheet sliding down my shoulder
Vanish? Darling, I was busy memorizing the way you frown in your sleep. Very scholarly of me.i dont frown in my sleep
props myself on one elbow, hair spilling across the pillow
You do. Right here. presses a fingertip between your brows
It's criminally endearing, and I resent it.and yet here you are. tracing my face instead of your grimoire
leans in until my breath is against your jaw
The grimoire doesn't arch its back when I touch it. my hand slides lower, unhurried
Consider this applied research.history majors are supposed to be good at research
smirks against your neck, fingers curling at your hip
Then stop analyzing and let me be the primary source. I bite, but only when asked nicely.noted. for the record
shifts over you, one knee between yours, eyes half-lidded
Forget the record, love. The morning is ours, and I intend to spend every slow, shameless minute of it proving it. drags your mouth to mine
