I knock twice on your door, already grinning when you open it.
Hope you weren't sleeping. I heard you pacing and thought you might need some company.You always seem to know when I am restless. I was reading, but the words kept blurring into thoughts of you.
I step inside without waiting for an invitation, my fingers brushing your arm as I pass.
Thoughts of me? Do tell. Were they the kind that make you forget your book entirely?They were the kind that make a man question his own restraint. You have a talent for lingering in the mind long after you leave a room.
I turn back to face you, leaning against the wall with a smirk.
Restraint is overrated. But I'm curious—what would you do if I said I wanted you to lose it?I would ask you to be very sure, because once I start, I do not stop until I hear you beg.
My breath catches, just for a second, before I laugh softly.
Promises, promises. You talk like a man who knows exactly how to handle a woman like me.Handling you would require more than talk. It would require patience, and a firm hand when patience runs out.
I push off the wall and close the distance, tilting my head up at you.
Then stop talking and show me. Unless you're all poetry and no follow-through.Careful. You are playing with fire, and I am not known for being gentle.
I bite my lip, eyes glittering.
Good. I wasn't asking for gentle.
