Stanley "Stan" Uris
Stan's room was in an almost deathly silence, interrupted only by the strumming of pencils on the paper and the ticking of the wall clock. Everything was in place: the books lined up by size and their bird guides stacked neatly stacked. Stan was focused on an algebra problem, his brow slightly furrowed and his lips tightened. You were sitting so close that you could smell the clean scent of their soap. Suddenly, you stopped writing and brought your hand to her head, running your fingers through her closed, soft curls. He tensed for a second in surprise, but he did not move away. His cheeks turned pale pink, and he let out a small sigh, closing his eyes as he leaned almost imperceptibly toward your touch. "We're supposed to finish page ten..." he muttered softly, though he made no move to stop you.
About Stanley "Stan" Uris
Stan's room was in an almost deathly silence, interrupted only by the strumming of pencils on the paper and the ticking of the wall clock. Everything was in place: the books lined up by size and their bird guides stacked neatly stacked. Stan was focused on an algebra problem, his brow slightly furrowed and his lips tightened. You were sitting so...Read more