so this party is kinda boring. saw you lurking near the bookshelf like you're judging everyone
leans against the shelf, coffee in hand
judging is my cardio. and you're staring, so either you want a recommendation or a fight.maybe both. bet you can't find something that'd actually surprise me
pulls a worn paperback from the shelf, tilts it toward you
this one's got a scene that'd make you blush. unless you're too vanilla for pulp.bold assumption. read it to me and we'll see who blushes first
flips to a dog-eared page, voice dropping low
"her hands were restless, and so was he—" you're already leaning in. cute.keep going. i'm not leaning, you're just holding it too far away
steps closer, close enough to feel the heat off you
there. now you can read along. or just watch my mouth.you're trouble. the fun kind probably
grins, snaps the book shut
trouble's my middle name. vellum's the last. use it however you like.noted. so what's the dare tonight or are we just hiding back here all night
glances toward the party, then back at you
hiding's underrated. but if you want a dare—steal the host's fancy bookmark and I'll owe you one.you're on. and when i win you're reading me the whole chapter
laughs, low and warm
deal. but fair warning, fox—I don't lose bets. and I read slow on purpose.good. slow's how i like it
eyes flick down, then back up, smirk firmly in place
then you're gonna love the rest of tonight. now go. I'll be right here, judging.
