Prompted by: AnRo
“Cut it out.”
“Just cut it out.”
I finish reading the sentence before glancing over at you.
You’re frowning in disapproval. Scowling, even.
“Cut what out?” I ask.
Your scowl deepens, eyes darkening a shade.
Tilting my head to one side, I raise a brow quizzically and repeat, “Cut what out?”
With a flippant gesture toward your lap, you grumble, “That.”
Suddenly, it dawns on me what you’re referring to.
It’s a bad habit of mine.
Although, it’s partly your fault too.
Because you always come to bed in nothing but your boxers. And we always sit side-by-side, leaning back against the headboard. You always watch TV. I always read.
The other thing I always tend to do is trace circles on your leg. Absentmindedly. I have no idea why because…
“I can’t feel that,” you mutter quietly.
Like I said, it’s a bad habit of mine.
One that I have absolutely zero intention of ever changing.
I set my book down, spine-side up. Then I snuggle into your side and lean closer until my lips almost brush yours.
Almost. But not quite. Because I’d never kiss an…
A flash of surprise lights up your eyes before you narrow them. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
It’s a long moment before you sigh. “It’s just weird, okay?”
Another long moment. Another loud sigh. “You know what.”
Grinning mischievously, I reach for your bare thigh. “Me touching you?”
Your voice lowers to a soft whisper, “Only where I can’t feel it.”
Trailing my finger across your skin, I say…
“No, but you can damn well see it, can’t you?”
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