#jason.t

The one who brought ruin -A.M 6/24/26

there was the one day where he seemed particularly obsessed with your shoulder, for some reason. yes, he'd kiss it like he normally does, but the intent gaze was what really did you in. it had you twisting around in the mirror, trying to see what weird deformity had him staring. when you finally cracked and asked him, he pointed out how your moles kind of look like a star.

another instance where he wouldn't stop eyeing the curve of your neck, occasionally reaching out to stroke it with the tip of his index finger. or the day where he kept gawking at the hollow of your knee as you lay over his legs.

but you never feel more studied than when the lights are dim, when your panties hang precariously off one ankle and your thighs are slung over jason's broad shoulders. that's when jason really gets to ogling you, to the extent to which you start squirming, wanting him to just get on with it already.