fingers under his chin then, petting and caressing his neck. soon enough they find themselves in his hair again, long nails scratching softly against his scalp.

/don't scare him away/

blue eyes, playful now, meet his gaze, "because that would be false advertising"

if that's what you like about me. . . "

her tone turns more teasing now, attempting to make this awkward conversation lighter. less juvenile. 'why do you like me' was an endless pursuit after all, for someone like her, who has never known an intimate relationship like this one.

+

lips, making a soft arc over one cheek.

he started walking over. letting him read with her at first, she smiles wide, blue eyes still on the bottom of the page when he lays in her lap.

holding the book in one hand, the other goes to meet his cheek. fingers sifting through the dark hair under the white speckled hat.

as far as romance goes. .

( a soft blue gaze meets his as she reaches for his hand to clutch within her fingers )