#losritis

it’s  during  musings ,   that  she  hears  a  sound  in  the  distance .       ❛     gary !     ❜     it’s  whispered ,   heart  dropping ,   a  sense  of  panic  overwhelming  her .    (   he  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  done  so  soon !   )    swiftly ,   she  begins  to  scramble ,   slamming  the  diary  shut   &   reaching  for  pink  pen ,   knocking  over  some  of  his  research  in  her  haste .   when  he  makes  an  appearance ,   it’s  shoved  behind  back ,   a  breathy  smile  offered .       ❛     oh ,   you’re  back !     ❜       strands  of  hair  fall  onto  rosy  cheeks ,   coming  undone  from  messy  bun ,   a  nervous  giggle  making  past  smooth  lips .       ❛     ━━━━━ ━    you  surprised  me !   i’ll ,   um ,   clean  this  mess  up  in  a  right  minute    .  .  .     ❜

a  saccharine  laugh  spills  from  pink  lips ,    a  heavenly  sound .   at  first ,   she  doesn’t  quite  believe  him ,   perceiving  his  words  as  another  one  of  his  flirtatious  attempts ,   a  mere  joke .   yet ,   when  hazel  hues  glance  his  way   &   catch  the  fire   /   determination  burning  within  his  heavy  gaze ,   she  silences ,   suddenly  unsure  of  herself .

❝     d  -  don’t   be  silly ,   gary .   you  shouldn’t  joke  about  these  things .     ❞       she  attempts  to  brush  it  off ,   scolding  him  gently ,   but  she  can’t  deny  the  way  her  heart  flutters  aggressively  in  her  chest .    (   goodness ,   he’ll  be  the  death  of  her .   )    somehow ,   she  finds  herself  leaning  her  head  onto  his  shoulder ,   a  soft  sigh  exhaled .    (   he  always  knows  how  to  draw  her  in ,   despite  her  attempts  to  stray  as  far  as  possible .   )    strangely  enough ,   she  feels  like  he  was  meant  for  her .

they’re  running  late ,   &   yet ,   everything  has  gone  smoothly ,    except  for  one  pesky  little  thing .   another  frustrated  squeak  is  released ,   slender  digits  fumbling  with  the  clasp  of  her  silver  necklace ,   unable  to  get  it  on  properly .    (   she’s  already  gone   &   wasted  five  minutes  on  the  darn  thing !   )    it’s  quite  obvious  that  he’s  already  finished  everything ,   the  way  he’s  leaning  upon  her  doorframe   &   watching  with  amusement  a  dead  giveaway .   this  only  serves  to  irk   /   embarrass  her  further  as  she  rushes .eventually ,   she  seems  to  give  up ,   nearly  throwing  the  necklace  onto  her  vanity  with  a  huff ,   seating  herself  carefully  on  her  bed  in  a  fit .    (   this  was  supposed  to  be  perfect !   )    so ,   when  he  approaches  her ,   necklace  in  hand ,   &   offers  assistance ,   she  complies ,   standing   &   turning  quickly  so  as  to  avoid  revealing  the  rosy  shade  gracing  freckled  cheeks .

it’s  an  intimacy  she  should  be  accustomed  to ,   having  had  her  mum  do  this  many  times  for  her  in  the  past .   but ,   this  time  is  different   ;   the  feeling  of  his  flesh  brushing  upon  hers  invoking  a  shaky  breath ,   chills  running  down  her  spine .   this  shouldn’t  make  her  want  to  snog  him  senseless .   &   yet ,   it  does ,   because  a  swirl  of  pleasant  emotions  overcome  her ,   leaving  her  with  a  fluttery   &   warm  feeling  inside ,   almost  light  as  air .   when  he  finishes ,   she  hardly  notices ,   too  caught  up  in  own  thoughts  to  realize  he’s  stopped  touching  her .   once  she  does ,   she  craves  it  again ,   hoping  for  another  excuse  to  get  him  to  touch  her .   she  doesn’t  find  one .   instead ,   smooth  lips  part ,   dulcet  tones  soft  with  an  undertone  of  fondness .       ❝     thank  you ,   gary .   i  was  about  ready  to  have  a  meltdown .     ❞a  saccharine  giggle  bubbles  from  chest ,   hazel  hues  on  him  whilst  pondering  a  thought .    (   should  she ?   oh ,   yes .   she  should .   )    without  much  consideration ,   petite  frame  leans  in ,   a  delicate  hand  on  his  chest  for  support  whilst  raising  on  tippy  toes ,   lips  finding  homage  on  his  cheek .   it’s  chaste   &   gentle ,   yet ,   it’s  enough  to  leave  her  soaring .   &   it  doesn’t  help  that  she  leaves  a  small  remnant  of  herself  on  him ,   a  smudge  of  her  pink  lipstick  left  behind .

cue  a  sharp  intake  of  breath ,    lips  parting  slowly  whilst  taking  in  his  words .   she  stares   straight  -  faced ,   emotions  conflicting  chaotically .   this  is  what  she’s  been  waiting  for ,   what  she’s  thought  shamelessly  about  on  countless  occasions .   yet ,   a  part  of  her  hesitates ,   the  part  that  refuses  to  let  him  know  how  deep  her  affections  run .    (   would  he  see  her  differently ?   )

❛     ━━━━━━━━━━━ ━    it’s  just  really  hard  to ,   um ,   stay  focused  with  you  watching  me .     ❜

‘  i’m a good worker  ——  ‘   she tells the boy, a pleading tone to her voice. she’ll do anything, really, as long as it gets her a roof over her head and somewhere soft to sleep.   ‘  ——  i’ll cook, i’ll clean  ...  whatever you need!  ‘