It’s Friday, I’m in Love — Chapter 2
“Well, for starters—and just in general, actually—you need to be more approachable.”
“I’m approachable,” Sansa huffs, pinches the bridge of her nose and removes her reading glasses, then folds them neatly atop her book while Jon tracks her movements with avid amusement.
“You’re not,” he answers simply— nonchalantly, which irks her even more.
Sansa plucks up the fry she’s been pushing around her plate and prepares to take her frustrations out on it. She opens her mouth and —her breath catches when Jon’s hand shoots out suddenly to snatch her wrist, and his bared teeth clamp down onto the fry pinched between her fingers.
His lips close over it—just barely grazing the tips of her fingers—then, he releases her wrist as he drops back more comfortably in his seat, chews and swallows.
“You’re not.” His voice is firm, but his lips twitch up at the corners.
Sansa drops the remnants of the fry onto her plate and sits back as far as she can from the table. Her cheeks are hot, she can feel the blush spread from her face to her throat where her pulse has kicked up a notch.
This time he hits her with a full smile and that damn dimple reappears to mock her. And right, okay , so Sansa’s not going to lie, because of course Jonathan Targaryen is attractive.
for my dearest @chocolateghost xoxo
