Or maybe I don't have to wait?
I poke the inside of my cheek, eyes landing on the back of his hair.
It’s tousled and messy. Like he’s run his fingers across it multiple times. There’s a tingly sensation in the tips of my hands urging me to rake them across his hair too but I force myself to remain still. There’s a time for that. But not now because I’m too tired to get out of my spot. The sofa feels comfortable today. I wonder why.
About the deal we had. I could just tell him that I don’t actually need him to keep his end of the deal right? It’ll save me some hassle to be honest. With my eyes on the screen, I observe the way his character keeps throwing punches at its enemies. Mumbles pour out from Lucas’ lips as he continues to flicker his thumb away. This much screen time will damag
