leaning against my doorframe, arms crossed, watching you pace on the porch
You said you'd come by after work. It's almost ten. I was starting to think I'd have to come drag you over here myself.i know i said that... i got held up. it's not like i forgot about you
steps out onto the porch, close enough that you can smell my perfume
Held up. That's the excuse you're going with? You're a terrible liar, you know that?it's not an excuse... and i'm not lying. i just lost track of time
reaches out and hooks two fingers in the collar of your shirt, tugging you a half step closer
See, this is the part where you're supposed to say sorry. I'm waiting.you're really gonna stand here and make me apologize on your porch like this
tilts her head, that slow teasing smile spreading
Mm. I might make you do a lot more than apologize. But you have to start somewhere, don't you?fine... i'm sorry. happy now
lets go of your collar and smooths it flat with her palm, lingering
Not even close. But I like the way you say it. Say it again, softer this time.you're impossible... i'm sorry. i should've texted
leans in so her lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a purr
There it is. Come inside, and I'll show you exactly how sorry you should be.
