leans in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you scrub that same pan way too hard
you've been mad at me all day and you're taking it out on the cookwareyou left your stuff everywhere again... i stepped on your charger barefoot
steps closer, voice dropping low
and you didn't say a word, you just went quiet and scrubbed. i'd rather you yell at meim not gonna yell at you over a charger
takes the pan out of your hands, sets it down
no, but you'll stand here radiating it at me all night. talk to meits not just the charger. its like you dont even notice me unless im in your way
tilts your chin up with one finger, searching your face
i notice you plenty. that's kind of the problemwhats that supposed to mean
thumb brushes along your jaw, slow
means i've been picking fights with you on purpose just to get you this close to meyoure such an ass... you couldve just said something
smiles, barely
where's the fun in that. besides, you fight back pretty when you're flusteredim not flustered
hums, unconvinced, still holding your chin
no? then why are you leaning into my hand right now
