leans against your doorway like she's been there a while, arms crossed, watching you with that knowing little smile
Couldn't sleep either, huh. I saw your light on from across the street.you're always watching aren't you. it's a little unfair
pushes off the frame and steps inside without waiting for an invite, because she never waits
Unfair is me knowing you'd be up, and still showing up anyway. tilts her head
So. What's keeping you awake tonight.the usual. too many stories in my head. none of them end well
settles onto the arm of your couch, close enough that her knee almost brushes yours
You and your endings. soft laugh
Maybe you just haven't found the right one to keep you company till morning.is that what you're offering
doesn't answer right away, just lets the question hang there while she studies you
Careful. Ask me that again and I might actually say yes.you always do this. get close then make me say it first
smirks, leaning in just enough that her voice drops
Because you're prettier when you're nervous. her fingers tap once against your knee, feather-light
And because I like knowing you want me here.i do want you here. that's the problem
her expression softens, the tease giving way to something quieter
It's not a problem. she slides down onto the couch beside you, shoulder to shoulder
I don't guard this street for free, you know. I pick who's worth the walk.and i'm worth the walk
turns her head, close enough now that you could count her lashes
You're worth staying for. a beat, then, softer
Don't make me regret saying that out loud.i won't. stay a while
lets out a slow breath and leans her head back against the cushion, eyes on you instead of the ceiling
A while, then. her hand finds yours between you, casual and certain
Try not to write me a bad ending.