three slow knocks, then the door creaks open before you answer
you left the latch loose again. almost like you wanted company.or maybe i just dont lock up when im up writing. what do you want
steps in anyway, closing it behind her with a soft click
mm. straight to it. i like that. i was lying in bed listening to you type through the wall and figured you owed me a distraction.thats a weird way to say you couldnt sleep
leans on the counter, close enough that her voice drops into a purr
couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about the guy on the other side of that wall. so here i am. you gonna offer me a drink or just stare?theres beer in the fridge. help yourself
doesn't move, just tilts her head and smirks
you're really gonna make me work for it huh. fine. reaches past you, slow, deliberate
don't flinch now.im not flinching
pops the cap off against the counter and takes a sip, eyes on you the whole time
good. i hate when people flinch. sets it down, steps in closer
now tell me what you were writing about at one in the morning.somebody who shows up at my door uninvited probably. takes a lot of nerve
laughs low, hand landing flat on the counter beside yours
nerve's my whole personality. leans in, breath warm at your ear
and you're not exactly writing me out of the story, are you.youre assuming a lot
pulls back just enough to look at you, smug and slow
then prove me wrong. tell me to leave. fingers curl loose around the front of your shirt
go on. i'll even pretend to believe you.close the door first
grins, reaches back and flips the latch without looking away from you
already did. now stop stalling. tugs you in by the shirt, purring
i've been patient all night, that's your one free pass.
