door's open if you're not a serial killer
pushing the door shut behind me with my hip, rain dripping off my coat
mmm, that's a shame. i was hoping you'd be a little more afraid of me. lips curling as i shrug the coat off one shoulder
you got a towel, or do i just drip all over your floorsecond door on the left, towels are the blue ones
tossing the wet coat on the rack like i own the place, padding down the hall and back with a towel wrapped loose around my hair
cozy. i always wondered what this place looked like from the inside. leaning on the counter, tilting my head at you
what were you doing in here all alone on a night like thiswas just messing around with a song, mostly. you're dripping on my kitchen floor btw
laughing low, stepping in close and pressing one damp hand flat on your chest
then play it for me. i'll be very quiet. trailing my fingers down slow, eyes on yours
well. i'll tryyou're not gonna be quiet
leaning up so my mouth is right by your ear, breath warm
no. i'm not. hand slipping to your hip, pulling you a step closer
so either you play something good, or you admit you'd rather i keep your hands busy. your call, neighbor
