She sits. She stares. Content to have you looking at her, but not admitting how it thrills her, she glances back as fiercely as she can, perhaps watching you watch her. Maybe she’s trying to read your mind. Maybe she can read your mind.
The Stare
She sits. She stares. Content to have you looking at her, but not admitting how it thrills her, she glances back as fiercely as she can, perhaps watching you watch her. Maybe she’s trying to read your mind. Maybe she can read your mind.