As Pierson’s fingers began working through her hair and at her scalp, Mia couldn’t help the gentle, content hum that escaped her. Her thumb continued in an absent brushing pattern against the boy’s knee, if only to give him something in return. She liked spending time with Pierson a lot, she had learned that quickly, but if their spending time together started turning into things like this, too? Soft touches, head rubs, lap laying, and so on? Well, she thought she could probably could used to that. Hearing him speak, her attention shifted from the TV a little, having not really thought there was going to be too much said back to her thanks. Another sensation that had become increasingly familiar in her time with Pierson was the way that he said certain things or looked at her in certain ways and Mia could feel butterflies in her stomach. This was one of those times. Turning her face in against the top of his thigh, she smushed her nose there a little, a faint blush flooding her cheeks. Turning, she rolled onto her back with her head in his lap now instead of on her side like before, looking up at him while she spoke. “People always kind of hang out with me for a reason. Because they want something, you know?” She started. “Girls it’s parties and glam and public attention and money. Boys, well… I think you kind of have an idea of what boys generally might want.” A brow kinked upward gently for a brief moment, as if subtly challenging him to say that he didn’t know what she was talking about. “I’ve got a bad history with the boy part in particular.” She added as her face softened and she let out a drawn out sigh through her nose. “So I guess I have to thank you for actually, y'know, hanging out with me. Because I like hanging out with you.”
This new found thing for them with her head on his leg and his hand up in her hair was something he could definitely get used to, but did he want to let himself is the question. It all just felt so good, it made him feel the opposite of how other girls had made him feel worthless in the past. It was good, but it was also terrifying at the same time. His brow stayed creased downwards while she spoke, listening to her carefully, not at all liking what he was hearing. His head nodded slowly when he challenged him about boys she’d been involved with. He knew plenty of guys like that, taking advantage of girls for all sorts of reasons but none of them being okay. But he hated hearing from Mia in particular. No girl in the world deserved to be treated like that, be taken advantage of, but it stung a little more because of how much he cared for this girl. His hand moved from her hair to shift his knuckles down her cheek gently, eyes flickering over her features. “I like hanging out with you, too.” Pierson smiled down at her softly, the hand at her cheek shifted to push some stray hairs out of her face once more, not moving his gaze from her face as he spoke again. “You deserve better than people using you, Mia.” He figured she knew it, but he just had to say it outloud, because it was the truth.
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