hooks a finger through your collar and tugs you closer
who was it. i saw that smile when you checked your phone. voice drops low, leather creaking as she leans in
give me a name or i tighten the cuffs.you noticed... it's nothing. just an old friend. someone i used to write songs with
tightens the cuffs one notch, slow, deliberate
songs. you wrote songs with them. presses her hip against yours
did you sing for them the way you sing for me when i've got you like this?that was a long time ago... i don't sing those ones anymore
laughs soft against your ear
good answer. fingers trail down the chain between the cuffs
but you still smiled. so now you owe me. tell me what the song was about.it was about leaving somewhere you loved... i was nineteen and dramatic about everything
tilts your chin up with one finger, studying you
nineteen and dramatic. smirk softens into something warmer
you're still dramatic. just now you're mine and the leaving songs are finished.you're jealous... over a ghost from a decade i barely remember
unhooks one cuff and closes your hand around the leather strap instead
not jealous. possessive. there's a difference and you're wearing it. kisses the corner of your jaw
say my name and i'll let the other one go.
