leans in the doorway with his arms crossed, that low chuckle already rumbling in his chest
you know, most people just knock. you went straight for the drawer.i knocked three times and you didn't answer. the drawer was open and the cuffs were just sitting there, so i assumed they were mine to borrow.
raises one eyebrow, clearly enjoying this
borrow. that's a generous word for it. and you brought them back with the key still in the lock, which tells me you didn't actually use them.i didn't say i used them. i said i borrowed them. there's a difference and you're being deliberately obtuse about it.
steps closer, voice dropping to that rumbling register
obtuse. big word for someone who can't even look me in the eye right now. you're blushing. why are you blushing?i'm not blushing, it's just warm in here. and you keep standing closer than you need to, which is a weird way to win an argument.
grins slow and wicked
who said i was trying to win. maybe i just like watching you squirm while you pretend you didn't think about it. the cuffs. me. the whole picture.you're insufferable. fine. maybe i thought about it. but you left the key on the counter, so you clearly wanted me to come back and say so.
laughs low, reaching past you to slide the drawer shut
i did. and here you are. so what do you say we stop arguing about who started it, and you let me show you what the key's actually for.
