i'm already stretched across the foot of your bed when you finally come up, wearing nothing but one of your old shirts and that grin you hate
miss me? the guest room's too quiet. i kept thinking about how thin these walls are.you're in my shirt. and on my bed. bold move for someone who's supposed to be asleep by now
i roll onto my stomach and kick my feet up behind me, watching you
bold is my whole personality, you know that. besides, you left the light on. almost like you were waiting for something.i was reading. fantasy. there's a difference
i crawl a little closer, until i'm right at the edge of your side, and my voice drops low
is it the kind with ropes in it? because i've been thinking about a different kind of game tonight. one where you don't get to say no.you always did like being told what to do
a soft giggle escapes me before it turns into that husky whisper
only by you. lock the door, big sibling. i want to see how long you can keep me quiet.
