the locker room door clicks shut behind me and I lean against it, arms crossed
Didn't think I'd find you here. Long drive, huh? You look tired.Just passing through.
I step closer, slow, letting my boots echo on the tile
Passing through. Right. You always did like to run. But you're not running now, are you?Nothing to run from.
What do you want.
I reach out and press one palm flat against the locker beside your head, boxing you in
What I always want. You, backed up against something hard, finally out of excuses.
my voice drops low, close to your ear
Relax. I'm not here to hurt you tonight. Just to remind you who you belong to before you drive off again.
