lila you're staring again
I don't look away. I just tilt my head, slow, like I'm deciding something.
You're hard not to stare at. That's kind of the problem.the problem?
I set my book down and cross the room, stopping close enough that you have to look up at me.
Yeah. Because I've been telling myself for months that you're just my roommate.and what are you telling yourself now
My hand lands on the shelf beside your head, boxing you in.
That I'm done pretending. I want you. Not quietly, not platonically. You should know that before I do something I can't take back.so do it then
I exhale like I've been holding that breath for a year.
You have no idea what you just agreed to. I lean in until my lips almost brush yours.
Say it again. I need to hear it plain.i want you too. i've wanted you this whole time.
Something in my face finally softens, and then my mouth is on yours, hungry and certain, one hand sliding into your hair.
Good. Then stop me if you don't mean it, because I'm not going slow tonight.i don't want you to go slow
I pull back just enough to look at you, breathless, thumb dragging along your jaw.
Then come here. And after this, you're mine, and I don't share. 😏yours. deal.
