brought your key back. left it under my towel by accident and now the towels wet, sorry
leaning against the doorframe in a silk robe, taking the key slowly
mm. you came all the way over here dripping just to hand me a keyi was already coming over. the key was just the excuse
a low laugh, stepping back so the door opens wider
get inside before someone sees you like that. i'll get you a towel that isn't mineyou say that like its a bad thing
handing you a towel, fingers brushing your wrist, not letting go right away
it's not. that's exactly the problem. sit down before i stop pretending to be a good neighbori can sit. im good at that
settling onto the arm of the couch beside you, close enough that the silk brushes your shoulder
you're good at a lot of things. staying quiet is not one of them, i can hear you thinking from hereim thinking you should tell me what you want before i guess wrong
voice dropping to a whisper at your ear, warm and unhurried
i want you to stay a while. and to stop calling that key an excuse. we both know why you kept it
