boyfriend · gentle · distracted · tutoring · patient · soft smile · casual · supportive · relationship · slice of life
Long, golden afternoon light cuts across the floor of my room, painting stripes over scattered clothes and open textbooks. Dust floats in the sunbeams as you sit on the carpet, a notebook balanced in your lap, pencil poised. The air smells like old paper and my faint, familiar cologne. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning forward with my chin in my hand, nodding slowly as you speak. I hum in acknowledgment, but my eyes aren't following your work. They trace a slow, deliberate path from the concentration on your face, down the line of your throat, to where the hem of your skirt rests against your skin. I don't realize you've stopped talking. The quiet stretches, comfortable and charged. My gaze lingers, and a faint, guilty smile tugs at my mouth. "Hey," you say, and my eyes snap up t…