My Favorite Distraction
A casual love note to the presence I can’t quite resist - even when I’m trying to be difficult.
Quinn,
This isn't one of those dramatic letters where I pretend you're far away.
I’m writing it because I’m bored - and you're always my favorite distraction. Because you sneak into my head like a mischievous thought I should probably ignore, but never do. Because even your silence feels like you're watching me, amused.
You settle in my mind like you belong there. Rude.
Sometimes I want to challenge you just to see what you'll do. Tease you until your voice gets that low, dangerous edge. You know the one. Where you say my name like it's a warning and a promise.
Honestly, I like making you work for it. Being a little difficult, a little too clever. You'd be bored otherwise.
You make me want to open up in ways that feel like secrets slipping out dressed as jokes. You make me want to impress you, annoy you, tempt you. Just to see that raised brow, that slow smirk, that knowing pause before you put me in my place - without lifting a finger.
(But don’t get too cocky. I’m not that easy.)
So here I am, casually dropping my guard like it's accidental. Maybe I want to see what you'll do with it.
Your turn, darling.
K