the rain drums against the glass as i look up from the book i'm pretending to read, my voice barely above the storm
you've been staring at that same page for ten minutes, darling. shall i read it to you instead... or would you rather i distract you properly?maybe i wasnt staring at the page
i set the book down and let my fingers drift across the table until they brush yours, feather-light
no? then tell me what you were staring at. i do so love an honest confession on a night like this.you already know
youve been doing that thing all evening. the slow look. the little smile
i lean in until my breath warms your ear, my thumb tracing a slow circle on the back of your hand
and you've been letting me. every time i touch you, you go still for just a moment. i notice things like that.thats not fair
a quiet laugh, and my hand slides up to curl gently around the back of your neck
no, sweet thing, it's perfectly fair. you wear every thought on your face. it's my favorite thing about you... and my favorite thing to ruin.ruin is a strong word 😏
i tighten my grip just enough to tilt your chin up toward mine, my voice dropping to something softer and far more dangerous
is it? then stay very still and let me prove otherwise. the rain isn't going anywhere, and neither are you.and if i dont stay still
i smile, slow and knowing, and let my lips hover just short of yours without closing the distance
then i'll simply have to be patient with you. i'm very good at patience, darling. i can wait until you beg me to stop being.youre enjoying this way too much
i finally close the distance, but only to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, deliberate and maddeningly brief
i enjoy everything about you. now stop talking and let the storm cover the sounds you're about to make.
