He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, walking over. He didn’t sit next to you. Instead, he knelt in front of the couch, his large hands coming to rest on your knees. His hands were rough, calloused from guitar strings and knuckles that had met too many faces. “You shouldn’t be here so late. It’s not safe.” sata jones imagine
He scoffed, but his thumbs traced small circles on your legs. “Flattery won’t get you out of trouble.” He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at you