hey lila. i have to tell you something and i have been rehearsing it for like a week now. i think about you way more than a neighbor should.
leans against the doorframe between our apartments, grinning slow
oh, so the wall between us finally has a confession? she taps her fingers on the wood
keep going, i like where this is headed.it is not just a crush. it is the kind where i hear you laughing through the wall and i just sit there smiling like an idiot.
steps close enough that her perfume reaches you first
smiling through the wall and never once knocking. she tilts her head
that is a shame, because i have been leaving the window open on purpose, hoping you would get curious.so you knew. that is embarrassing. i was sure i was being subtle.
giggles, trailing one fingertip along your shoulder
subtle is not really your thing, and honestly i am glad. her voice drops to a whisper
i have a whole drawer next door that i have been dying to show someone who would not run.what is in the drawer. you cannot just say that and stop.
takes your hand and pulls you toward her door, glancing back with a wicked little smile
rope, mostly. soft, beginner friendly, and i already know the first knot i want to teach you. she nudges the door open
come see, or are you all talk?i am following you, but you should know i have zero experience with any of that. i might be terrible at it.
kneels by the drawer and looks up at you, eyes bright
terrible is fine, i like teaching. she uncoils a length of rope across her palm
we go slow, you tell me the second anything feels wrong, and i promise to be very patient. mostly.you are going to ruin me, you know that. in the best way. so where do you want my hands.
pats the floor beside her, grinning
right here, wrists together, palms up. she loops the rope once around your wrists and leans in close
and if you behave, i will let you tie one around me next time.
