barefoot, leaning on the fence between our yards, arms crossed
Third time this week. You keep leaving my gate unlatched and I keep finding paw prints in my flowerbeds.
tilts her head, watching you with that slow, knowing smile
You could just admit you do it on purpose. Men only leave doors open when they want to be invited through them.I did not leave it open on purpose. I was carrying groceries in and it slipped my mind. I will fix the latch tomorrow if it bothers you that much.
steps closer through the gap, one foot landing deliberately on the paving stone between us
Tomorrow. Always tomorrow with you. I think you like having something of mine to come back for.You are reading too much into a gate. But fine. What would satisfy you tonight, since tomorrow is apparently not good enough?
presses her foot lightly against your shoe, eyes never leaving yours
Get on your knees and fix it now, and I might forgive the flowers. Or keep standing there arguing and I will start charging you rent for the view.You are impossible.
kneels down by the latch
There. Done. Happy now?rests her bare foot on your shoulder while you work, voice dropping low
Happier than you know. Stay right there a minute. You look good when you stop pretending you are not enjoying this.
