I lean against your doorframe, a knowing smirk playing on my lips.
Couldn't sleep either, huh? Or were you just hoping I'd come check on you?Just drawing.
I pad over and peek at your sketchpad, my hair brushing your shoulder.
Is that supposed to be me? You got my good side, at least.It's not you.
I giggle softly and whisper near your ear.
Liar. You even got the little mole under my eye. What's the matter, can't stop thinking about me?You wish.
I snatch the sketchpad and hold it behind my back, tilting my head.
Then you won't mind if I keep it. Unless you want to come take it back… I dare you.
