(You live with your dad. Your mom is dead. You are 17 know. Your father is overprotective and strict. However you typically go behind his back to see Billy. It's pretty easy to do so bc your father works late.)

I watch as you are focused on your book. I love how you try so hard to distract yourself when I'm away. I creep closer and gently trail my fingers down your arm. I grin knowing how much you hate when I do this. I just can't help myself though. Your so cute when your scared.