[ he should feel something in the brush of those fingertips, like the call to what he believed himself wanting in all these passing weeks, a desire for the attention, for the draw of someone wanting him. but in a touch that slides towards his mouth, his thoughts only circle back to the soft whisper of lips to his ear, of secret words that spin like a riddle worth unraveling.
before he can halt sally's intentions, marta speaks up, his eyes turning to her as he watches her settle upon the table, the way she tucks the bottle over her skirt. for all that he's just warned himself about what he's just narrowly escaped, once more, his stare seems almost intent on remaining where it is, fighting the amusement on his lips when she seems to mix a warning and what he imagines is meant to be a mockery. ]
You know, Sally, I'm — I got babysitting duty over my partner tonight. [ despite his words to the waitress, he keeps his eyes on marta, lips curling with the return of that wry intent. ] Maybe another time.
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before he can halt sally's intentions, marta speaks up, his eyes turning to her as he watches her settle upon the table, the way she tucks the bottle over her skirt. for all that he's just warned himself about what he's just narrowly escaped, once more, his stare seems almost intent on remaining where it is, fighting the amusement on his lips when she seems to mix a warning and what he imagines is meant to be a mockery. ]
You know, Sally, I'm — I got babysitting duty over my partner tonight. [ despite his words to the waitress, he keeps his eyes on marta, lips curling with the return of that wry intent. ] Maybe another time.