Tatum Christine Obsessive Site

This one held the things she’d collected. A crumpled to-do list he’d dropped in the hallway. A pen he’d chewed on during a lecture. A single button that had come loose from his coat, which she’d found on a chair in the student lounge. She kept the button in a small velvet box beside her bed, touching it every night before she slept.

“No, you don’t. I never gave you one.” tatum christine obsessive

He froze in the doorway. “Tatum?”

Tatum’s hand tightened around her mug. “That’s awful, baby. I hope you find it.” This one held the things she’d collected

“The tension and compression are beautifully unbalanced,” she said, not turning around. A single button that had come loose from

She turned, her smile practiced but her eyes blazing with real, feverish joy. “I’m Tatum. I’m in the structural engineering program. I’ve… noticed your work.”