❛ hey, jeff? ❜ his name is a question on her tongue, one that she answers with a smile as gentle as the light in her bedroom. for a while the only sound to fill the space has been a playlist ( soft & sensual, entirely his design; she thinks ) interrupted only by their breathing, and now her voice, alien to her own ears. as he leans away from her her smile grows wider than before, impossibly so. even now his looks are breathtaking to her; moreso, because he seems to have a few expressions that are reserved especially for her. kira presses her lips together, suppressing a smile and the threat of jubilant laughter, before they part to speak again. ❛ i have to ask you - is this mood music? ❜
Jeff’s been watching her for a while now –– even longer, technically if you count all the minutes in between where he’s gazed at her like an art LOVER before the Mona Lisa, like his mother at a big bowl of pasta verde, and his dad mooning over her. But today especially, he’s watched Kira through hooded eyes, a sleepy, relaxed smile soft on his lips. He probably hasn’t even realized it –– it’s just there, as natural as breathing. Surrounded by her light, feminine scent, it’s so easy to be lulled into a deep calm. He can’t once remember being so relaxed “ Hmm? ” His fingers brush the baby-fine strands of hair framing her face. “ Oh. ” He won’t ever admit it, but he hasn’t even been paying attention to the music. Or anything really. Jeff’s mind has been BLANK –– in a good, clean way. “ I guess so. ” You can’t really tell, but his cheeks deepen with color, accentuated by the sharp cut of his cheekbones. “ What? Don’t tell me you don’t like Drake? ” He momentarily looks WOUNDED. “ Kira, he’s the LOVE DOCTOR. ”
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