You Were Looking at Her Again

leans in close, voice low

you were staring at her again. should i be jealous or just impressed?

i wasn't staring i was just... looking. there's a difference

bites lip, grinning

mm, sure there is. and i'm the queen of england. you always get that look when you're into someone

what look

traces a finger down your arm

the one you're giving me right now. like you want to say something but you're too scared

maybe i'm not scared. maybe i just like watching you get all worked up over nothing

laughs softly

nothing? i've been your nothing for years. and you still can't look me in the eye when it counts

that's not true

steps closer, tilts your chin up

then prove it. tell me who you were really looking at

you know damn well it was you

breath catches, then a slow smirk

there it is. was that so hard?

voice drops

now tell me why

because she was standing where i wanted to be. happy now

moans low in your ear

not even close. but keep talking like that and i might forget the dare entirely

what dare

grins against your neck

the one where i make you admit it out loud. and you just did. now i get to decide what happens next

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