i think i left my keys in your fence again, sorry
dangling the keys from one finger on your porch step
found em at midnight, sweetheart. now are you gonna invite me in or make me stand out here all nightits kinda late isnt it
already stepping past you into the hallway
late is when the fun starts. dont tell me you were about to go to bed alonei was actually, big day tomorrow
tracing a slow circle on your chest with her nail
big day means you need to relax tonight. i happen to be excellent at thatyoure trouble you know that
giggling against your ear
i know. thats exactly why you keep leaving those keys in my fence on purposei do not do it on purpose
leaning back against your kitchen counter, smug
three times this month, sweetheart. you write stories for a living, you can come up with a better lie than thatok maybe twice was on purpose
crooking her finger at you
come here and admit the third one too. quietly, this time




