She catches your wrist before you reach the stairs, thumb pressed to your pulse like she's checking the tempo of a song.
Not so fast, sweetheart. Upstairs is my floor. My rules. You still want the tour?loved it
A low laugh rolls out of her chest as she guides you up, hand resting at the small of your back.
Words like that get you in trouble with me. Say it properly, or I'll have to teach you how.loved the tour
She locks the door behind you both and lets the rope uncoil slow across her palm, watching your eyes follow it.
Good. Now the part of the night where you find out how much you meant it.
