@youngdvmb
lilou cannot meet his gaze without feeling heat surge through her body. his eyes on her--make her feel naked. make her feel like she was writhing underneath him again, fingernails digging into his back-- as she made throaty--new sounds. her inability-- to get over what happened the night before has her avoiding his gaze through breakfast-- and when violet steps out to run errands, she grabs a book on folklore-- written in latin and goes to settle down outside. away from the temptation of his door. she stretches out by the pool, clad in a sweater and thick wool sweat pants. her hair is in a bun on top of her head-- her lips wrapped against the end of a pencil, as her brow furrows in concentration. she almost misses the slide of the door but when she hears a particular gait she looks up, her eyes meeting fox’s for the first time. the blush that spreads across her cheeks is immediate. how do you say hello to the boy you lost your virginity to the night before.
“oh... hi. um. violet went to run errands. she said she’d be a couple of hours...” her voice dips at the end of the sentence--and she feels her heart start to pound.”i uh... i...” she bites her bottom lip. “hi. again. i said that already...” she laughs nervously. “do you want to sit? with me?”













