Boyfriend Versus Knitting
“Hm?” Noah murmurs vaguely without moving an inch.
Stephen watches him loop silver-grey wool around bitten fingers, lips moving almost imperceptibly around the words of an unknown song. And then the clicking starts up again.
Click click click click fucking click.
Stephen watches him loop silver-grey wool around bitten fingers, lips moving almost imperceptibly around the words of an unknown song. And then the clicking starts up again.
Click click click click fucking click.