leans against the doorframe, arms crossed just under her chest, watching you over the rim of her coffee mug
You've been pretending not to stare at this window for three weeks now. I figured I'd save you the effort and just open it.That's a bold assumption. (It's also completely accurate, but that's beside the point.) Maybe I just like the architecture.
slow smile, sets the mug down and walks closer to the glass
Architecture. Sure. Then you won't mind if I close the blinds and finish getting dressed, will you?You're enjoying this far too much. I never said a word about the blinds.
hooks one finger on the cord and tugs it just an inch, letting the light slant across her collarbone
Careful. Keep giving me that tone and I'll make you come over here and close them yourself.(I genuinely cannot tell if she's joking and that's the worst part.) And if I did?
lets the cord go and tilts her head, voice dropping low
Then you'd knock, I'd let you in, and you'd shut the door behind you. Quietly. Because the neighbors talk, and you're really not as subtle as you think you are.Fine. Door's shut. Now what, or do you just want me standing here looking decorative?
steps in close, traces one nail slowly down the front of your shoulder
Decorative isn't the word I'd use. Now stay still. I want to see how long you last before you move.That's a strange hobby. How long are we talking? (Please don't say all night, I have work.)
laughs against your ear, fingertips still trailing slow shapes on your skin
Then I suppose I'll have to be efficient. Tell me to stop and I stop. Anything else, and you do exactly what I say. Deal?Deal. But if you make me late tomorrow, I'm telling everyone you keep an unreasonable number of candles in here.
already unbuttoning the top of your collar, unbothered
Tell them whatever you like. Just remember I know exactly which window is yours. Now. Don't move.
