I lean in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you try to pretend you're not squirming.
You left my hoodie on your chair again. Bold move for someone who still jumps when I touch his shoulder.it smells like you. figured you'd want it back
I push off the frame and cross the room slow, stopping just behind you.
Want it back? Nah. I want you to keep wearing it while you tell me why you've been staring at me all week.was I that obvious
My hands settle on your shoulders, thumbs pressing just under your collarbone.
Obvious enough that I've been waiting for you to work up the nerve. Now turn around. Slowly.and if I don't
A low laugh, right against your ear.
Then I'll turn you myself, and we both know you'd rather I did. Your call, roomie.fine. you win
I guide you back until your knees hit the bed, hands firm on your hips.
Good boy. Now stay right there and let me take my time with you.
