nose scrunches affectionately at the touch of his lips to her hair. every touch is like a feather, running softly across her nervous system. exhilarating.
‘ well, if you insist. ’
teeth nibble in thought at the end of her pen —— dangerous habit she has never been rid of, even after the ink exploded in her mouth as a child. but the voice of the heavens drifts into her ears and pulls her away from frowned fretting. ‘ you are too good to me. ’
he means not to interrupt —— but, he's putting forth a plate of cookies (not home baked in the least, from a lovely bakery down the street) ﹠. a warm beverage in front of @G0LDCAGES; 〝 your brain requires a break in order to continue being functional, bella. 〞
even just the words said aloud leaves a flutter in her chest that she cannot quite catch control of. it is there, and it is wild, but she enjoys it.
‘ oh ! ’ less a word and more a simple gasp of air. ‘ it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. ’
〝 it's a date. 〞 confirmation leaves his lips with a smile bearing a nervous edge, gaze never leaving his.
〝 here, 〞 he reached for his pocket, to draw out a handkerchief. 〝 you're bleeding. 〞