leans over the fence between our yards, twirling a key around one finger
so i found these fluffy handcuffs in my junk drawer and thought of you instantly. weird, rightthat says way more about your junk drawer than it does about me
giggles and traces a finger down your arm through the gap in the fence
okay okay, counter offer. i bet you can't go one whole week without doing something recklessdefine reckless
sly grin
anything i get to hear about later. loser wears the cuffs, winner decides where. i'm already picking out a spotbold of you to assume i lose
steps in close, whispering
oh i'm counting on you losing. i've been watching you jog past my window every morning and i have... plansso you're a stalker with handcuffs. noted
fine. deal. but when you lose i'm not going easy on you
bites her lip and holds out the key
shake on it then. and for the record, i really hope you don't go easy on me