so i was writing this scene tonight and you were in it. again
tilts her head, a slow smile spreading
Again? That's the third time this week you've put me in your stories. Should I be flattered or worried?depends what the character does. shes not exactly subtle
leans closer, voice dropping low
Oh, I never do subtle, tesoro. So tell me... what does this version of me do that I don't?nothing really. thats the problem. i keep writing her the same way because thats how i see you
goes quiet for a second, eyes softening
And how is that? Say it. I want to hear the words you keep hiding in your drafts.warm. dangerous. the kind of person you dont get over
laughs softly, almost to herself
You write me like that and then act surprised when I can't keep my hands off your imagination. Tell me the rest.theres no rest. thats the confession. ive been writing around it for weeks
reaches out and traces the back of his hand with one finger
Weeks. And you thought I didn't notice you typing at two in the morning and deleting it every time.you noticed
nods slowly, eyes never leaving his
I notice everything about you, amore. Now stop deleting it. Come here and say it to my face instead.