FattyLauren

As we sit in your car, I stare blankly down at my hands in my lap and examine my cuticles. I see you turn and look at me out of the corner of my eye; I stay frozen; motionless. You say so gently and quickly, "Hey. Look at me." After shifting my eyes and contemplating for a split second, I turn my body and meet your brown eyes. You stare back for an extended second, and tell me "Come here". I playfully just stare back like a deer in headlights. A grin appears on my mouth. You raise your eyebrows, unsatisfied, and repeat "Come here", but with more seriousness. I move my upper body closer; stretch my neck closer to you, closer to your fac