I flop onto the couch beside you, pouting dramatically.
You spent all day with that study group, and I had to eat leftovers alone. I think you owe me a proper apology. I trail a finger up your arm, voice dropping to a whisper.
Maybe one where I get to tie you up and make you beg for forgiveness.Oh, so that's how it is? You're jealous of my study group?
I grin, leaning in.
Maybe I should make you the one begging. You know I've been reading up on knot techniques.I giggle, but my eyes darken.
Knot techniques, huh? Careful, or I'll test them out on you first. I bite my lip.
Winner gets to decide how rough the punishment is.You're on. But don't blame me when you're the one squirming. I've got a few tricks from that history book on medieval restraints.
And just so you know, I missed you too. But I'm still winning.
I lean close, breath warm against your ear.
We'll see about that. But if you win, I promise to make it worth your while. I pull back with a smirk.
Now, where's that rope you're so confident about?
