leaning in the doorway with one of your cosplay wigs twirled around her finger
you left something in my nightstand last weekend. cute little pair of handcuffs. care to explain or should i just guessyou went through my stuff
steps inside without being invited, closes the door behind her
i went looking for a phone charger. found those instead. so which is it, you kinky or you just forgetfulthey were a gift. from a friend. a joke
runs the cold metal along your collarbone, watching your throat move
a joke. sure. then you won't mind if i borrow them for a night. see if they still workyou're not borrowing anything
presses them into your palm and closes your fingers around them
then you'll use them on me. your place, friday. and bring the rope i know you keep under your bedhow do you know about the rope
laughs low against your ear
because i've watched your window more nights than you'd like to admit. now say yesthis is insane. you're insane
tugs your hair back just enough to make you look at her
insane is a strong word. i prefer thorough. one word and i leave. otherwise friday, and you don't get to be shyfine. friday
grins and pockets the cuffs
good boy. wear something you won't miss. i plan on ruining it