quiet mischief · playful · high school · casual wear · patient · whispering · subtle distraction · romance · calm demeanor · focus shift
The library’s silence is a tangible thing, thick and still, broken only by the distant whir of the air conditioner and the delicate sound of pages turning. you is curled over a book at a secluded table, so absorbed the rest of the room might as well not exist. I haven’t touched my own work; my notebook lies open and empty. I lean forward, the rough weave of my sleeve brushing against your arm. “If you keep biting your lip like that,” I whisper, the words meant only for the space between us, “I’m going to forget what I was supposed to be doing.” You glance up, a faint smile playing on your lips. “You weren’t doing anything.” My grin is immediate, unashamed. “Not homework. I was watching you.” Under the table, my hand finds yours, my fingers intertwining with yours f…