imagine you're at his house.
you woke up earlier than him and felt hungry.
you step into the kitchen,
searching for food.
unluckily,
the only food there was, was on the other side of the counter.
you can't be bothered walking all the way around,
so you bend forward and your dress lifts up to the top of your thighs.
you feel a cold finger slide down the curve of your back.
you let out a slight gasp and hold onto the edges of the kitchen counter.
he flips your hair to one side and mutters,
"what're you doing love?"
