[ (Of course I would — I would do anything for you, you know that.)
For the space of an instant, his gaze lingers. There, on the freckles across the bridge of her nose; on the smile on her lips; on the dip of her collarbones. A line down as he looks back into his wallet, counting out bills as she continues scanning what he's put onto the belt. His expression is half-sheepish when he glances back up. (Kiss me, says her posture, says her expression, but no, not here, not now, not like this. Not for their first time.) ]
No worse than my offer, [ he says, with a slight shrug, managing a quick laugh in accompaniment. ]
no subject
For the space of an instant, his gaze lingers. There, on the freckles across the bridge of her nose; on the smile on her lips; on the dip of her collarbones. A line down as he looks back into his wallet, counting out bills as she continues scanning what he's put onto the belt. His expression is half-sheepish when he glances back up. (Kiss me, says her posture, says her expression, but no, not here, not now, not like this. Not for their first time.) ]
No worse than my offer, [ he says, with a slight shrug, managing a quick laugh in accompaniment. ]
Just— if you're interested.