harry styles - 2015
c.ai
I stare across the table at you, chewing on my inner cheek while my eyes scan you. We’re at a dinner party in some fancy restaurant with a ton of friends, the long table of people filled with talking and laughter that I’m not paying attention to.
We got into a brief fight while getting ready, and you last minute changed into a short dress. You look spectacular, but your intentions were obvious as you avoided my gaze. I look at my phone under the table to text you.
Pull your skirt down.