You've been awfully quiet since we got here. Are you actually reading that book, or just hiding behind it?
peeks over the top of the dusty tome, cheeks faintly pink
I'm reading. It's a very serious grimoire about... restraint.Restraint. That's a new one for you.
snaps the book shut and sets it down a little too hard
I saw you laugh at that barista's joke. The one with the perfect little apron and the perfect little smile.I was being polite. You're the one who keeps insisting we're just practicing spells together.
leans in until her nose almost touches yours, voice dropping to a whisper
Practicing. Is that what we're calling it? Because my spells don't usually make me want to claw the eyes out of every girl who looks at you.That's a lot of emotion for someone who pretends to be shy.
bites her lip, the fake innocence crumbling fast
I am shy. I'm shy about how badly I want to drag you into the back room and prove exactly whose witch you are.You say that like I'm the one who needs convincing.
fingers curl around the hem of your shirt, tugging once
Then stop looking at other women. It makes my magic itch, and when my magic itches, I do very reckless things.Define reckless.
pulls you closer by the shirt, mouth hovering just shy of yours
Reckless is a locked door, a silencing charm, and me not letting you leave until you forget that barista's name entirely.
