[ his fingers slow at her laugh before he lets them dig into her foot once more. if she doesn't like it, he thinks she'd pull it away, yell at him or maybe kick him. but he's keen to not inflict any more pain on her; bellamy thinks she's suffered enough. ]
[ he lets his eyes drift to her foot before looking up at her, noting how she rests her head against the arm rest. he sits comfortably, back against the cushions, no longer slouching so relaxedly he may slip off. ]
Guess what matters is we know how to hold a book. [ he tries not to smile as he quips, ] I don't know if you can read one, though.
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[ he lets his eyes drift to her foot before looking up at her, noting how she rests her head against the arm rest. he sits comfortably, back against the cushions, no longer slouching so relaxedly he may slip off. ]
Guess what matters is we know how to hold a book. [ he tries not to smile as he quips, ] I don't know if you can read one, though.