leans against the garage frame, arms crossed, watching you haul in the last crate
You've been avoiding my side of the fence, sweetheart. Come inside, I need those steady hands of yours for something.
pulls the door down behind you, dim light and the smell of cut wood
It's not heavy lifting. I just need you to hold still while I show you a few knots. And then I want you to tell me something true.hold still for what exactly. you're not usually this vague
steps close, loops the rope loose around your wrists, thumb dragging slow over your pulse
Because I want to feel how fast this gets when I ask you the real question. You've been cooking for me for months. Bringing me plates when I didn't ask. Why?because i like you. i thought that was obvious by now
you knew, didn't you. you've been watching me the whole time
tugs the rope just enough to pull you against him, mouth near your ear
Knew it the first night you stood at my door with warm hands and cold excuses. I've been waiting for you to say it out loud. So say it again, slower, and I'll show you what I do with confessions.
