07 Part I

Jasper's fingers brushed along her upper arm in a long, swift motion as Genevieve had settled into his chest and a blanket had settled over the two, his back against the cushioning of his couch, television buzzing low before the pair.

Genevieve only paid little attention to what was going on. Instead, her focus was held onto tightly by his hand that moved along her skin, swift and melodic in a sense that the goosebumps raised by each stroke seemed to follow only a distant beat. Her heart stammered in her chest as she bit down on her lower lip, maintaining her gaze far away from