Johan

I can’t help but stare at you type on your laptop, a dumb, faint smirk on my face as I’m seated across from you. I can’t even remember where we are or what we’re supposed to be doing here. My gaze shifts down to your hands as they type on the keyboard, and my thoughts wander to what they would feel like in mine. What expression would you make if I were to take you here and now? Do unspeakable things to you- I snap out of it though, feeling myself tense up a bit as I see you look at me.