He couldn’t help the way his brow crinkled with confusion as he watched her fumble around with her words, trying to pick and choose which ones were the most appropriate. He followed her gaze over to the vase of flowers, and then looked back to her, watching her despite the fact that she was making it very clear that he was the last thing she wanted to be looking at while she expressed the smallest desire for him to stay.
“Well…it’s quite simple, actually.”
He stood to his feet, and took a few steps closer to her, though he stopped before he was near enough to actually touch her.
“If you’d like for me to stay…I’ll stay. Otherwise, I’ll take the hint and get outta your hair for the night.”
He smirked down at her, hoping to lighten the situation by putting into his own terms. He reached forward to angling her face towards him, wanting her to look at him again.
“If you’re worried about hurting my feelings, don’t be.” His eyes drifted down to her lips, his hand lifting to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, the backs of his knuckles grazing the gentle curve of her jaw on the way back down towards her chin.
“Just tell me what you want.”
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