Page’s eyebrows raised when she trapped his hand over her head. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get away. He was sure he was fairly stronger than she was. But he was still thinking over what she wanted. Ice cream. It wasn’t too bad. And he did feel bad for teasing her from before. He sighed. “Can I have my hand back?”
⊰ ❀ ⊱ ⇢ an audible hmph pushed through lips that were pressed into a thin line. hands slipping from their place on the other’s his presence felt lighter in a sense and she realized even more so when his hand would leave her head. lips parted only to say, ❝ I want vanilla ice cream—– ❞ her voice far from monotone but still quite serious. what a way to request something.
