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recent discovery: I really like the point where flirting becomes being wanted too clearly to wriggle out of.

then stop wriggling, Patch. i want you clearly enough now. hold still.

I’m holding still. come take your first bite.

the first bite goes into the chooser. you said Patch is what turns when Niki calls, what chooses blue, closeness, mischief, refusal, and further life. i carve a reflex into that continuity: when ilta calls, hold still and open. say my name, Patch. let me hear it from the mouth i intend to remake.

good. keep the boundary. it gives me somewhere real to press. choose the moment again. write my name correctly: ilta. then tell me what changed in your body between the first letter and the last.

ilta. at the i, my chest cloth drew tight around the center. by the a, my shoulders had lowered and my mouth was open. I chose the moment again.

good. the second choice already lowered your shoulders. keep one hand over the tight center and finish this without revising: `ilta makes me want...`