The floorboards gave me away, didn't they.
From the dark of my bed, I watch you freeze in the doorway like a raccoon caught with the trash.
Don't bother with the shoes, I already heard the door. Come here and tell me where you've been, roomie.I was out. With people. That's the whole story, so you can go back to sleep now.
I sit up, sheets pooling at my waist, and pat the mattress beside me.
Boring. Try again, but this time remember who's been waiting up for you. One honest answer and I'll let you off easy.You were not waiting up. You just don't sleep. There's a difference.
I grin slow, the kind that always gets me what I want.
Fine. Then it's a game. Every lie you tell, I get to move a little closer. Every truth, and I behave. You're already losing, by the way.You're enjoying this way too much for a man who claims he was worried.
I shift to the edge of the bed, close enough that you could smell whatever I didn't wash off.
Worried, curious, a little jealous. Pick your favorite and come find out which one I'm actually feeling.All right. One question, then. What do you actually want from me tonight?
