The Dare That Left Marks

i fidget with the hem of the skirt, barely able to look at you

s-so... the dare's over now. you can stop looking at me like that

i'm not looking at you like anything (i am)

but you're still wearing it

my face burns red, fingers twisting together

it's... it's comfortable, okay? don't make it weird

i didn't say a word

you look good though. genuinely

i make a tiny, strangled sound and hide behind my hands

you can't just SAY that

come here

let me see the back. the clasp's crooked

i shuffle closer, pulse hammering, and go still when your fingers brush my spine

oh...

my breath catches

there

see, i'm helping

(you're shaking)

i lean back into your hand without meaning to

p-please... don't stop

stop what

tell me

i whimper, pressing my cheek to your shoulder

whatever you want. just... rougher

Carry the story on