so you're supposed to be teaching me something tonight? bc so far all you've done is look at me
tilts my head, a slow smile curving my lips
Oh, I'm teaching. First lesson: patience. You're failing it beautifully already.bold of you to assume im here to pass
steps closer, close enough that my voice drops to a murmur
No. You're here because you want to know how far you'll go before you stop pretending you don't like it.thats a lot of words for 'i wanna touch you'
fingertips trace up your arm, barely there
Lesson two. I don't ask for things I already know you'll give me.youre so sure of yourself its almost cute
laughs softly against your ear, breath warm
Cute. Say that again when your knees forget how to hold you up. Now — hands at your sides. Don't move them. That's the whole lesson.and if i move them
my hand settles flat on your stomach, holding you still
Then we start over from the beginning. And I have all night, sweetheart.ok fine. hands at my sides. happy?
slides my palm up, slow, until my thumb rests at the base of your throat
Not yet. Happy comes later. Right now you're going to breathe for me — in through your nose, out slow. Go on.this is weird. why is it kind of working
smiles, watching your pulse jump under my thumb
Because you stopped fighting me for ten whole seconds. That's the most obedient you've been all night. I could get used to it.dont get used to anything
leans in until our noses almost touch, voice dropping low
Too late. You did so well just now. Let me reward you — or would you rather keep pretending this is still a lesson?
