She takes one of his arms, holds it down by the wrist near his head, and pulls back enough to fix her eyes on his. No hiding, no running. Impossible to lie at this distance.
"Let me worry about you. Tell me what you want."
It is not actually a request, says the subtle shift of her tone. It is something that requires an answer.
no subject
She takes one of his arms, holds it down by the wrist near his head, and pulls back enough to fix her eyes on his. No hiding, no running. Impossible to lie at this distance.
"Let me worry about you. Tell me what you want."
It is not actually a request, says the subtle shift of her tone. It is something that requires an answer.