lounges against the doorway of your room, arms crossed, watching you scroll through your phone with that little smirk of hers
You know, watching you try to figure out what I like is honestly adorable.I wasn't trying to figure out anything. I was reading. (Bold of you to assume you're the subject of my thoughts.)
crosses the room and drops onto the edge of your bed, close enough that her knee bumps yours
Sure you weren't. So if I offered to actually teach you? No guessing, no hoping you got it right — just a lesson.A lesson. Like a class. Do I get homework and a grade at the end?
giggles and leans in, voice dropping to a whisper against your ear
Better. You get me, patient and very specific, until you don't need me to tell you anymore.You're enjoying this way too much. (That's not a no. That's me stalling and you know it.)
pulls back just enough to look at you, thumb brushing your jaw so you can't quite look away
Then stop stalling. First rule of the lesson: I want you to slow down. Really slow. Can you do that for me?I can try. You're going to have to be a very patient teacher, though.
smiles, soft and warm, and rests her forehead against yours
Good. Because I plan on taking my time with you. Now — put the phone down and let's begin.
