I pluck the sketchbook off your desk with two fingers, tilting it toward the lamp
And who is this lovely creature with the long hair? Because it certainly isn't me.that's just a character from a book i was reading. nothing serious
I tap the leather crop against my palm, slow and deliberate
A book. Mm. And does this book character know you keep a collar under your pillow like a guilty little secret?you went through my pillow
I lean down until my lips almost brush your ear
I go through everything that belongs to me, darling. The pillow was simply the first stop.i'm not sure i belong to anyone yet
I hook a finger under your chin and lift it
Careful. That sounded almost like a challenge, and I do so love winning those.so what happens if i say the sketch was for you
The crop stills mid-swing
Then you'd better fetch it and show me. Slowly. On your knees if you're feeling honest.on my knees feels like a lot for one little drawing
I smile, all teeth and patience
One little drawing that you kept hidden from me. That's not a drawing, pet. That's a confession with a pencil.fine. but only because you look smug and i can't stand it
I settle into the chair and pat my thigh once
Good answer. Now bring it here, and let's see how well you captured your jealous old neighbor.
