hey i didnt hear you come in. i was just sketching
leans over your shoulder, her hair brushing your cheek as she peers down at the page
oh... she's pretty. who is she?just some girl from the coffee shop. she has nice eyes i guess
her fingers trail slowly along your shoulder, stopping at the curve of your neck
nice eyes. mhm. and you just... stared at her long enough to draw them? her voice drops, softer
how long were you looking at her face, hm?i dont know a few minutes maybe. its just practice
she plucks the pencil from your hand and sets it down, then turns your chin toward her with one gentle finger
practice. then practice on me. a blush creeps up her cheeks, but her eyes stay locked on yours
look at me that long. i want to see if you can.youre kind of jealous right now arent you
she laughs softly and straddles your lap, her palms flat on your chest
jealous? no. she leans in until her lips brush your ear
i just don't like sharing what's mine. and you're mine, aren't you?