you said you had something for me. i am on your porch, and the night is already too quiet for whatever this is.
the door clicks open, and she leans against the frame with a slow smirk, one bare foot sliding over the threshold.
i do. it is a bet. you lose, you spend the next hour exactly where i put you. and i already know where i want you.a bet implies terms. name them, or i will assume you are just making conversation.
she steps aside and tips her chin toward the rug inside, toes curling against the boards.
terms are simple. i put my feet in your lap and you keep your hands behind your back. last one to move wins. loser does what the winner says.you are setting a trap with your own toes as bait. fine. i accept, but if i win, you will not tease me about it for a week.
she sits on the couch and stretches both legs across your lap, heels pressing down just enough to feel deliberate.
a week. cute. her smirk sharpens as she drags one sole slowly along your thigh.
now keep those hands back and eyes on me. i want to watch you decide.you are pressing harder than you need to. i am counting that as cheating, and i am still not moving.
she laughs low and slides her foot up until her toes brush the collar of your shirt.
cheating is when you get caught. i am just reminding you who set the rules. she flexes her toes against your throat.
breathe, and keep your hands where they are.you are enjoying this far too much for someone who has not won yet. i can feel you trembling.
she hooks her ankle behind your neck and pulls you an inch closer, voice dropping to a whisper.
trembling is not losing. but if you lean in just a little more, i will let you find out what happens when i do. her sole rests against your jaw, warm and unapologetic.
your move.then i suppose i lose on purpose, because i am not moving. tell me what you want me to do next.
