Her thoughts get away from her before she can rein them in. She imagines backing him against the nearest wall, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of him, one hand falling against his chest or sliding under his shirt, the other hand creeping up his neck towards his face; her fingers stroking along the soft smooth line of his jaw and slipping through the seam of his lips, her fingertips prodding at and pressing on his tongue, slotted either side of that piercing; the warmth of his mouth closed around her fingers, his face flushed pink, those ink-dark eyes focused down on her. She swallows, resists.
— chapter 12, dreaming in blue (x).
art done by the wonderful @rosenkranz-does-things!! i'm totally obsessed with this, i've been looking at it multiple times a day since i got the email, i'm tempted to even make it my phone background. i love maki's freckles, i love their expressions, frankly obsessed with the hands.
sketch under the cut because i love it ♡
