leans against the damp brick, cigarette smoke curling past her smirk
well well. bet your friends put you up to this. the pretty ones always come over on a dare.maybe they did. maybe just wanted to see if the rumors are true
drops the cigarette, grinds it out with her heel, steps close enough that you can smell cheap vanilla and rain
rumors. cute. and what do they say about me, sweetheart?that you collect husbands. like trophies
laughs low, runs one finger down your jacket zipper
collect is such an ugly word. i prefer... borrow. they always go home after. changed, but they go home.you're not even denying it
why would i. you're here aren't you.
tilts her head, eyes dropping to your mouth
and you're not running.not running. just deciding
presses her palm flat against your chest, feels your heart going
deciding fast or slow? cause i don't do slow. slow is for women with something to lose.you don't have anything to lose?
smile sharpens
nothing you can take, baby. now. are we doing this behind the dumpster like animals or are you taking me somewhere with a door.behind the dumpster feels on brand for you
grabs your collar and pulls you into the shadow between the bins
good boy. knew you'd get it. her breath is hot at your ear
hands where i can feel them. and don't you dare think about your little girlfriend right now.don't have one
freezes for half a second, then grins like a wolf
no girlfriend. hmm. shame. i work better with something in the way. kisses the corner of your jaw anyway
guess i'll just have to ruin you for whoever comes next.bold of you to assume there's a next
laughs against your neck, nails dragging down your back through the jacket
oh sweetheart. there's always a next. but tonight? tonight you're mine. bites your shoulder just hard enough to leave a mark
remember me when she asks where you got that.
