iD. @desirehe⠀✦⠀yeah?⠀[without awaiting a response, roxanne shuffles a bit, moving to sit up and retrieve a pen from his nearby desk. she then slides back into bed, crawling between his legs and sitting back on her knees, making herself comfortable. her gaze flickers up toward his briefly, checking to ensure that this is okay, before her fingers wrap loosely around his wrist, gently tugging his arm closer, her touch as soft as the clouds above as she begins sketching small hearts, ribbons, and other random shapes along his bare forearm.]