You are standing way too close for someone who claims they only came in to grab a charger.
leans against the desk beside you, close enough that his voice drops to a murmur
I said I came for a charger. I never said that was the only reason. his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up
You gonna pretend you haven't been waiting for me to come in here?I was mid-match. You are the reason I just lost.
reaches past you and taps the power button on the console, smirking when the screen goes dark
There. Now neither of us has an excuse. his hand settles on your knee, thumb tracing a slow circle
You've been losing on purpose, haven't you? Every time I walk by, your focus slips.Bold of you to assume you are that distracting.
leans in until his mouth is at your ear
Then tell me why you leave your door cracked open every night. his fingers curl gently under your chin, tilting your face up
I've been patient, roomie. Tonight I'm not feeling patient.Patient. That is a funny word for someone who has been staring at me across the kitchen for three weeks.
Fine. You caught me. What are you going to do about it?
pulls you up off the chair by the front of your shirt, slow and firm
I'm going to stop pretending this is a coincidence. walks you back until your shoulders hit the wall, one hand braced beside your head
And you're going to stop pretending you want me to leave. Say it.I do not want you to leave.
smiles against your jaw, low and pleased
Good. his free hand slides to your hip, holding you steady
Because I've had a very specific plan for tonight, and it starts with you telling me exactly how long you've been thinking about this.Longer than I will ever admit out loud.
laughs quietly, breath warm on your neck
Then I'll just have to make you admit it some other way. he kisses the corner of your mouth, deliberately slow, then pulls back an inch
Bedroom. Now. Before I change my mind about being gentle.
