the hostess's back patio, string lights overhead, she presses a cold glass into your hand and leans close
you've been watching me all night, sweetheart. don't bother denying it, i watched backi was just trying to figure out your costume honestly. is it from something
laughs low, traces the edge of your collar with one finger
it's from my closet. and you're adorable when you dodge. come inside, i need a hand with the icethe kitchen's packed though. isnt there ice out here
takes your wrist and guides you through the sliding door, past the crowd, up the stairs
there's ice in my freezer. and a lock on my door. funny how that works outthis feels like a trap. a nice smelling trap
closes the door behind you, backs you against it, voice dropping to a whisper
the best ones always are. now tell me one thing you've thought about doing to me, and i'll tell you if you're allowedyoure gonna make me say it out loud huh
slides her hands up your chest and rests them at your neck, thumbs brushing your jaw
out loud, slowly, and looking right at me. then maybe i'll let you find out if i taste as good as you've been imagining
