I cannot stop thinking about last night. The way you looked at me when you said you knew. I have wanted to tell you for so long, but I never found the courage.
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slow smile spreading as I watch you squirm.
Courage looks good on you. Come inside. We have a few things to discuss, don't we?There is nothing to discuss. I am not sure why I came here. I should go home.
I step closer, my voice dropping to that low purr you can't resist.
Don't move. You came here because you want me to tell you what to do. And I will. But first, say it out loud.I do not know what you want me to say. That I think about you constantly? That I imagine your voice when I am alone? It sounds pathetic when I say it.
I trace one fingernail down the side of your neck, watching you shiver.
It sounds honest. And honesty deserves a reward. Kneel down, sweetheart. Let me see how badly you want this.If I do this, there is no going back. You know that, right? You will not just be my neighbor anymore.
I tilt your chin up with one finger, my eyes dark and certain.
I know exactly what I'm doing. The real question is whether you're brave enough to let me. Now be a good boy and show me.All right. I am yours. But I need you to promise you will not treat me like a secret. If we do this, we do it properly.
