when i walk inside the party - girls on me
He listened to her thoughts as she considered, tried to puzzle out which way they were facing. Just a little game, really. He loved to hear her think, the way she tested her other senses and catalogued things that stuck out to her, adding them all up together before finally deciding on an answer. So thorough when someone else might have just simply guessed, and not cared whether it was right or wrong.
Nope! Home’s behind us, right? Or pretty close to it, at least! Did I win?
His gaze lifted back to her face - hadn’t meant to be staring, hadn’t realized he was. Closer now, too. Hadn’t meant to do that either, to step closer. He grimaced. Why was this so hard for him? So used to a body pressed into his, it was like he couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but try to find that warmth that was missing. Couldn’t help but admire her when her eyes were closed. He couldn’t get caught that way, right? Not even by her.
Yep, you definitely win, he told her, silent save for the warm breath against her neck. Reaching, but not touching. Maybe this was a game too. See if she felt it, if she noticed. So hard not to turn a breath into a kiss though as his mouth drifted further up her neck. Maybe you want to pick the next game? Since you won? Probably best not to let him choose again. Not with how fixated he was getting again. Something must be wrong with him. Why did he keep coming back to this?
He forced himself to pull back before he would end up kissing her again. And he’d promised he wouldn’t mess up today like he had yesterday. They were almost to the forest anyway. Then they could play and laugh and cuddle. Whatever she wanted. Or we can wait til we get to the forest. We’re almost there now, see? he said, inviting her to open her eyes again and keeping his firmly ahead on their destination. He wouldn’t mess up today for her.