you were lying on his bed on your stomach, cheek against your arms as you watched him read his book. He hadn’t looked at you in awhile, and you wanted his attention. You whined his name in hopes of getting his attention, but he did not look up and just continued to turn the pages. you got so fed up that you just popped into his lap and straddled his thighs. you loosely wrap your arms around his neck, atop his shoulders. he looked up at you with a blank face, yet the tips of his ears were pink. you asked if you finally had his attention and he just stared at you for a moment. he doesn’t push you away, he closed his book and set it down on the bedside drawer. his hands gently rests on your hip, fingers rubbing your sides. you say he wasn’t listening.

“i’m listening now.”