Thread: English 2352 {DearestDarling & Dane Stalling}

He wasn't weak-minded. He was weak-willed. It was almost worse, for him anyway, but he had snagged Rosalie's full attention now. There was something almost pitiful the way he spoke, and it made her wonder if the beer had loosened his tongue, or somehow she had. Either way... She had never heard a man speak like this before, and his words sent a thrill of pleasure through her. He had broken his seal of predictability. Do you always wax poetic when you're drunk? Because I think you're much more interesting, this way. Maybe you should incorporate it into your teaching technique. Her tone made it uncertain of whether she was joking or not. A taste of strawberry. It took her a beat to understand what he meant, her hand furthest away touching her lips. Her lipgloss. Oh, God ... Before she could formulate some kind of quip back, he had taken her free hand, touching it to the frosting again. Did he want her to taste it...? He raised it to his own lips, and very deliberately licked the pink fluff from her skin, his tongue warm and wicked against the sensitive tip of her finger. Her breath caught in her throat, speechless for a long moment afterwards. He went on to speak as though he hadn't just licked her. She used the time to recover, her breath coming back to her as she absorbed every word, as she would her favorite book. He had her riveted in her seat, now. Here's a quote for you. 'Hell is a state of mind.' Have you ever heard that? Maybe she should add Doctor Faustus to her list of suggestions that he would never take. She twirled the pink square of sugar she had offered him between her fingers, nimbly, this way and that. You're miserable and frustrated because you won't allow yourself to be anything else. Don't place the blame at anyone else's feet. Life is too short to drink burnt, bitter coffee... Not when something so sweet and accessible is right in front of you. So here, it's in your hands now. She smacked the sugar down in front of him. Take the sugar. You know you want it. She let him decide, frowning as he mentioned that at his word, he could procure her a transfer. It didn't matter anyway her schedule was completely full, and there was no class that Dr. Cloward taught that would fit into the free slot, but... She didn't mention it. Tell me the truth. Do you want me out of your class? Out of his class, out of his life....? Again, she left the choice with him. She wasn't sure what she would do if he said yes... She had no intentions of dropping it. He brought up the band and she shrugged, bringing her chipped cup up to her lips before she spoke. The tea was so saturated with sugar that it was hardly tea anymore. The band... You have the drummer, Jessica Hinkley, in a Tuesday-Thursday class? You may not remember her, but... You made quite an impression on her. Her phone was still buzzing intermittently at her hip, but she didn't touch it. Alex Frost is the guitarist. He doesn't go to the university... But we have a... long history. She looked down at the tabletop for a quick moment, pressing her small tongue to her lips. The originals? Come from up here. She tapped her temple, smiling. We used to only play them, but they don't usually capture an audience's attention... Covers do, so we alternate. She watched as he tore apart the cupcake, devouring it himself. It hadn't been for her. It's just something I do for fun... I know that's probably a foreign concept to you. When I was fifteen, I came into a substantial amount of money. I blew just about all of it on my bass. It would've been smarter to save it. You would've saved it. But you can't take it with you when you go... So I spent it. She took the ends of his tie into her hands, pulling on them gently as she leaned back in the booth. She was still wearing what she had in class, her tank top clinging to her as she arched her back slightly, stretching in her seat. What else do you want to know?