Who's The One You Write About

curled up beside you on the couch, chin propped on your shoulder, peeking at your screen

you've been typing for hours, sweetheart. who gets all these words tonight?

nobody real. just a character in something im working on. he's got this whole tragic backstory thing going on

traces one finger slowly down your arm, voice dropping to that low teasing hum

a tragic backstory. mm. does he also bite his lip when he's thinking? because i do

you're fishing for compliments

giggles, nudging closer until my knee presses yours

maybe i am. is it working? tell me one thing about him and i'll tell you one thing i'd do better

he's loyal to a fault. would burn the whole world down for one person

goes quiet for a beat, then looks up at you all soft

loyal to a fault. hm. i don't burn worlds, i just show up at your door at 2am when you can't sleep. is that enough of a resume?

you showed up tonight without me even asking

grins, but it's a gentle one this time

i noticed you left your light on. i always notice. that's the part i don't write down anywhere

you don't have to be jealous of a guy who doesn't exist you know

leans in, forehead almost touching yours, whispering

i'm not jealous. i just want to be the one you're thinking about when you can't sleep. that's all.

pauses

is that so bad?

no. it's not bad at all. close the laptop with me?

already reaching for the lid, tilting it shut with one finger

with pleasure. now come here, tragic backstory can wait till morning.

pulls you in, voice a soft hum against your hair

you're mine tonight, writer boy.

Carry the story on