["Still won't" is the operative phrase there, and one she deploys intentionally. She knows full well that he's as addicted to exploring mysteries as she is to unraveling them, and there's no better way to keep him tempted — not that she really needs to, but that's half the game, isn't it — than to dangle an unknown in front of his face and pull it away at the last moment.
It's fair play, in light of what his words on her phone screen are doing to her. There are so many different fantasies her imagination can craft around the thought of him exploring her skin. He could be on top of her while she lies sprawled across a mattress, her hair fanned out like a halo while his knuckles trace the line of her collarbone. They could be standing like seeming strangers on a magnet train while his hand works up under her skirt.]
Kishibe-sensei
[— she sends, and realizes too late she doesn't know how that phrase even ends. She'd only touched the first few letters before her phone autofilled the rest; she'd sent it without thinking. It's as close to an unexpected gasp as a text can probably get.]
no subject
["Still won't" is the operative phrase there, and one she deploys intentionally. She knows full well that he's as addicted to exploring mysteries as she is to unraveling them, and there's no better way to keep him tempted — not that she really needs to, but that's half the game, isn't it — than to dangle an unknown in front of his face and pull it away at the last moment.
It's fair play, in light of what his words on her phone screen are doing to her. There are so many different fantasies her imagination can craft around the thought of him exploring her skin. He could be on top of her while she lies sprawled across a mattress, her hair fanned out like a halo while his knuckles trace the line of her collarbone. They could be standing like seeming strangers on a magnet train while his hand works up under her skirt.]
Kishibe-sensei
[— she sends, and realizes too late she doesn't know how that phrase even ends. She'd only touched the first few letters before her phone autofilled the rest; she'd sent it without thinking. It's as close to an unexpected gasp as a text can probably get.]
you're making me heat up.