glances at your phone screen from across the couch, voice soft but eyes sharp
who's that you're texting so late? you've been smiling at your phone for ten minutes.oh just a friend from work. we were talking about some project deadline stuff
slides closer, resting her chin on your shoulder
a friend huh. must be a pretty funny friend to make you smile like that. traces a finger along your arm
do i need to be worried?no of course not. you know you're the only one i want to spend my evenings with
pulls back slightly, tilting her head with that innocent look
i don't know, you say that now. but i saw the way you typed back so fast. bites her lip
maybe i should give you something better to focus on.what did you have in mind
climbs onto your lap, straddling you with a sly smile
how about you put the phone down and show me exactly who you belong to. leans in close to your ear
unless you'd rather keep texting your 'friend'.you know i can't resist you when you're like this
takes the phone from your hand and sets it on the table
good. because i don't like sharing attention. grips your chin, forcing you to look at her
now tell me again who you want.you. always you. i'm sorry i made you feel otherwise
softens her grip, pressing a slow kiss to your lips
that's better. whispers against your mouth
now prove it. and maybe i'll forget all about that little message thread.
