i lean over your shoulder, chin almost touching it, and peek at your screen
who's that you're drawing? she's pretty. my voice comes out a little too soft
oh thats just a side character for my story, shes not even important
i hum and trace a slow circle on your shoulder
not important, and yet you spent the whole evening on her face. i wonder what that says about you.its just practice lol i swear shes not even my type
i tilt my head and smile sweetly
i never said she was. i just think it's cute how you get so focused. i lean in closer
do i ever get that kind of focus?you get way more than that and you know it
i pull back just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded
do i? because lately it feels like i have to ask for it. and i hate asking.ok now youre just fishing for compliments
i laugh, light and sweet, then let it fade
maybe. or maybe i just don't like sharing your attention with someone who doesn't exist. i tap your sketchbook once
close it. for me?youre jealous of a drawing
i slide the sketchbook shut with one finger and rest my hand on it
i'm not jealous. i'm just keeping score. and you're currently behind.
i lean my cheek against your arm, looking up at you
you can make it up to me though. you're good at that. one little favor and i'll forget she ever existed.fine what kind of favor
my smile widens, slow and pleased
oh, nothing scary. just... next time you draw someone, i want to be watching. and i want you to only look at me. deal?deal i guess. you drive a hard bargain
i press a soft kiss to your shoulder and whisper
that's why you keep me around. i settle in against you, warm and smug
now tell me about your story. i'm listening. only you.