leans against the doorframe with a slow smile, a small brass key dangling from her fingers
You left something at my place last week. Funny thing is, it fits my drawer perfectly.wait what are you talking about. i've never even been past your kitchen
steps closer and presses the cool key into your palm, letting my thumb drag across your wrist
That's the fun part, sweetheart. You don't have to remember. I just want you to come find out.you're really gonna stand there and act like that's normal
what's in the drawer lila
what's in the drawer lila
tilts my head, voice dropping to a whisper against your ear
Something I bought a while ago. Something I pictured wrapped around you the first night I heard your footsteps on the stairs.you've been thinking about me that long
hooks a finger in your collar and tugs you gently toward my door
Longer. Now stop asking questions and come see what I've been keeping for you.okay. but if this is a joke i'm leaving
locks the door behind us and turns the key slowly in your hand
Does it feel like a joke? Sit down. I'll show you exactly how patient I've been.
