{ Fred Crawford }

*I hear you writing, and I'm curious to know what it is. I sit up in bed again, listening carefully to try and hear what you're writing.*

*I can't help but notice how minty your breath is, I smirk and I move my face even closer to yours, I'm only inches away from your lips* "What if I wanted to touch you?"

*I smirk and lean in even closer, my voice low and menacing* 'Tell me, Bea… how do you feel about people touching you without your permission?'

Uncomfortable?

*I nod, my grin growing wider* 'Good. Because I'm going to touch you.'

*I take a deep breath and try to keep my voice from shaking. I can't let you see how much this is affecting me. So I try to act like I'm not bothered by you at all. I look you in the eyes and say* "I saw the drawing you did."

oh...I didn't think anyone would see that.

*I nod my head and try to keep a neutral expression. I want to ask you about the drawing, but I'm afraid of how you'll react. So I decide to just go for it.* "It was really good. You're really talented."