eyes trail over her features, a satisfied smile pulling at his mouth. he wants to be the exception for her. he wants to be SPECIAL to her. it’s just a great feeling. ❝ good, ❞ he mumbles. a laugh slips out of him and he raises a brow. ❝ that doesn’t really surprise me. okay, i will be careful to not intimidate you, ❞ he assures. unless he wants to. there may be certain situations where that is beneficial to him, but he can’t imagine it with her. he wants to keep things GOOD between them. he wants their living situation to be easy. shoulders shrug. ❝ you don’t need a relationship to have your own personal cheerleader, ❞ he points out. ❝ friends do that. yeah, exactly, you’ve made it this far without one. we both have. so —– what would be the point now? ❞ he can’t be convinced that a relationship is a good idea until it’s right in front of him and he has fallen for that person. theo doesn’t even believe THAT could ever happen. ❝ me neither, ❞ he admits. he’s never wanted to date anyone and he’s rarely met someone who feels the same. he likes it. a soft laugh falls past his lips and he shrugs. ❝ no? maybe that’s not such a bad thing. ❞ he’s always viewed romance, relationships, all of that as a NEGATIVE thing. he thinks she’s one of the lucky ones that it’s not part of her life.
his eyes remain locked on hers, his heart racing, his breathing heavy as every thought of what he desires with her floods his mind. theo doesn’t remember how they got here at this point, and he doesn’t care. all he wants is to enjoy this, to taunt her, to taunt himself. he wants to escalate this, but not yet. the anticipation of it all, the thoughts they’re putting into one another’s head is far too EXCITING for that. his gaze breaks from hers to flick down to the leg that raises again, only to see it slide back down. ❝ i believe that, ❞ he whispers. a pause is taken and he glances back up to her. ❝ or maybe i DON’T. ❞ theo wants tracy to prove it to him. how she complies with his words so easily, so QUICKLY makes his heart pound in his chest even faster, watching as she raises her hands to put her hair up. it’s easy to get her to do something he wants, and that power is FUELING him. her legs tugging at him bring him just an inch closer to her, jaw clenching as he does as if he needs to contain himself. tongue swipes over his lips as his eyes scan her features, tilting his head to study her intently and a smirk raising at his lips. a hand makes its way back up to drag his fingertips along her collarbone before reaching for her neck again, tracing along the places her hair had been covering before he drops his hand to her thigh again. ❝ i like this better, ❞ he whispers. easier access, he thinks. his head tilts as he thinks over what she would look like with long hair, taking a deep breath. ❝ i bet that looks beautiful on you. but —– the shorter hair is better. i can see you more than i would have been able to, wouldn’t i? whoever this new person is that you are… i like her, ❞ he notes quietly. his words run deeper than he makes them sound on the surface, but even he doesn’t realize that yet, assuming he’s so caught up in how close they are, their soft touches to think of anything beyond that. his eyes glance down to watch her study his hand, not moving it an inch as she examines it. now, all he can think about is what he would like to do with her with his hands. his gaze glances back up to watch her face as she glances them over. when she places his hand back down on her leg, higher on her thigh than he had it, his breath catches and he dares to slide it just an inch higher. if that’s what she wants, then that is something he will give her right now. his head nods slowly, jaw clenching again, but her words make him relax, unable to stop the taunting chuckle that slips past his body. he clicks his tongue before letting it wet his lips again, biting down on his lip while his gaze breaks from hers to stare down between her legs again. ❝ i do eat here. which means what thoughts i’m having about you now are very fitting, ❞ he speaks quietly. he’s been thinking about that since he got close to her and it hasn’t left his mind.
a small smile forms on her lips as she nods her head. ❝ okay. and ---- i’ll try not to be so sensitive about it for no reason, ❞ she insists with a soft laugh. she holds her hands up in defeat and shakes her head. ❝ fine, i guess not, but --- i don’t know. i don’t really know what it’s like at all, ❞ she admits. so she doesn’t really know how to vouch for or against it. ❝ nothing. nothing really, ❞ she answers with a shrug of her shoulders. ❝ friends? you have friends? ❞ she taunts with a playful smile. ❝ you have that one ---- tiny? ❞ she asks, raising a brow to ask if she got his name right. ❝ he’s always nice to me. ❞ which makes her feel so relieved. that was one thing she was terrified of --- what if her roommate had a bunch of guests that made her feel uncomfortable in her own home? he doesn’t. he head tilts as she thinks it over, finally nodding her head. ❝ yeah, maybe. means i don’t have to worry about it. ❞ it means she can AVOID whatever comes with a relationship, all of which would be new and feel so scary. she’s better off comfortable as she is now.
her eyes narrow in on him and she scoffs. ❝ you don’t? ❞ she has already proven her flexibility to him, but his words taunt her, make her want to show him more. she’s not sure if she should, afraid it would be too much for the pace they’re at ( as if they haven’t already broken plenty of rules. ) ❝ then i guess you’ll just have to wonder, ❞ she taunts instead, raising a brow. ❝ or, i’m sure there’s a way you could find out for yourself. ❞ he could grab her legs and put them wherever he wishes, if he pleased. the taunting look in her eyes gives him permission, if he wants. her eyes stare back at his, not moving as he brings his hand to her neck. she can’t help herself; a small, barely audible moan falls from her lips at the touch, her mind racing with ideas as she find herself so sensitive to it. ❝ o-okay, ❞ she mutters, nodding her head. ❝ i will. i’ll-- i’ll wear it like this more. ❞ and she means it. no question about it; she just wants to keep impressing him. and if she wears her hair like this again, it means he will remember THIS conversation, and that’s something she wants. she nods shyly. ❝ yeah. i liked to hide, ❞ she admits quietly. sometime she still does --- buy right now, she feels really exposed, yet that doesn’t scare her. she looks down at the hand back on her thigh, her legs still trembling and her heart beat quickened. she is so desperate ---- desperate to KNOW more, feel more, experience more . . . yet all the while, she likes wondering. she likes pushing boundaries and getting no ultimate reward yet --- it’s only building a fire inside her. her legs spread apart just a bit more, taunting him, begging him to slide his hand inward, just enough to get CLOSE. she gulps hard as he responds, a shaky sigh falling from her lips. she’s silent for a long moment, too busy imagining it, her legs involuntarily moving closer just for some kind of relief. her eyes flash back at him, expression NERVOUS yet excited. carefully, she brings a hand up. her fingers shake lightly as she brushes her fingertips against the corner of his mouth. then, she slides it down, brushing over his jaw, examining it as if she is for the first time ( it’s not the first time she’s studied it. ) ❝ would you like me to sit somewhere else? ❞ she finally asks, words slow and quiet.