i must have very vivid imagination then. ( a wry smile forms, brushing the hair out of her eyes in thought. )
letβs see... i like having my hair pulled. the feeling of eyes on me when i... hm.
π² πππππ ΰΉ Λ.
i'm not here, i'm a figment of your imagination. .
( he pauses a bit to kiss her cheek, then whispers )
go on. .