In response to the daily prompt Elusive
From across the room I see you, smiling as you touch her hair. She tilts her head down and your grin turns feral for a moment. I wonder why you’re playing with that very vanilla ingenue. What game is this?
Do you intend to make me jealous? Do you want me to stalk you and stake my claim? Shall I find another to touch and taunt, tease to please? Is that today’s game?
Will you think it’s such a game when I allow some random to stroke my hair as you stroked hers? To touch my bared shoulder and lift my hand to their lips? How far is too far for you?
I can’t stay to find out, I can’t watch while you play. I see you from across the room, but you don’t see me.