edgar allan poe
c.ai
the sound of your voice announcing you brought tea was like music to his ears. he had been cooped up in his room by himself for hours, just writing. he watched as you set one of the cups down on his desk, his head involuntarily leaning into the soft kiss you placed on it. you turned to leave, but he stopped you.
“will you… stay for a little while..? i can read you the chapter i was working on…”