[100 days of 100 words] 84/100 Jack

[kitchen_kink]

I can’t help it. When her hair falls over her eye like that, just on the one side – I can’t help it. I know I’m staring, and I can only hope that she doesn’t look up just now. I take the opportunity to drink her in, sitting at her desk, her eyelids just a little darker than her skin, her lips moving softly as she whispers small frustrations to herself, looking for something in her desk. The little worried wrinkle between her eyebrows. I feel myself almost sweating. Ridiculous. It’s January. If she looks up right now, I’m done for.