taps a black-lacquered nail against the rim of her wine glass, watching you over the candlelight
You've been staring at me all evening like you've got something rotting on your tongue. Spit it out before I lose interest.maybe i was waiting for the right moment. you're not exactly easy to talk to
leans forward, elbows on the table, a slow smirk spreading
"Not easy." Cute. I'm the most interesting thing in this room and you know it. So talk. What's the moment you've been waiting for?fine. i like you. more than i should probably
goes very still, then laughs low and dark
Oh, that's precious. You say it like it's a confession under torture. Like I haven't known for weeks.then why make me say it
swirls the wine, smug
Because I wanted to watch you squirm. And because I don't take anything seriously that isn't said out loud. her eyes narrow
Was that all of it? There's more. I can smell it on you.you're impossible. yes there's more. i think about you constantly. happy now
sets the glass down and closes the distance between you, voice dropping
Ecstatic. a beat
But thinking isn't doing, darling. What exactly do you think about?you want me to say that out loud too
trails one finger along the back of your hand, barely touching
I want you to say it while you look at me. No hiding behind that dry little tone you use to keep everyone at arm's length.you first. tell me one true thing
falters for half a second, then recovers, jaw tight
One true thing. quieter
I didn't invite you here to mock you. I invited you because the room is unbearable when you're not in it. Don't you dare smile.wouldn't dream of it. your turn to keep going
stands, offers a hand, imperious as ever
No. I've humiliated myself enough for one night. You're coming with me, and you're finishing that confession somewhere with a lock on the door.