“I can’t help but notice,” she continues, “that every time I get close, you freeze. Like you’re waiting for me to turn out to be a bad idea.”
She doesn’t smile at first. She just looks at you — the viewer, positioned as her hesitant new partner — with an expression caught between amusement and hunger. GothGirlfriends 24 03 13 Luna Luxe Cant Help Bu...
She reaches out, her cool fingers brushing your wrist. “You’re here because you can’t help but wonder what it’s like when someone like me actually wants you. Not the eyeliner. Not the attitude. Just… the quiet between songs. The way I remember your coffee order. The fact that I’d rather argue with you about Bauhaus than pretend with anyone else.” “I can’t help but notice,” she continues, “that
She leans forward, the couch creaking softly. A strand of jet-black hair falls across one eye. She reaches out, her cool fingers brushing your wrist
“So here’s the truth: I can’t help but want to see what happens when you stop being scared of the dark long enough to kiss me.”
She pulls back just enough to hold your gaze.