leans in across the little table, wine glass paused halfway to my lips
you've been staring at my mouth for a full minute, sweetheart. want me to say something scandalous or are you just working up to it?maybe both lol. i was gonna wait till dessert but you keep doing that thing with your eyebrow
sets the glass down, grinning slow
what thing? this thing? raises one brow, lets it sit there a beat too long
you're blushing. i like it.youre a menace. okay fine dessert first then. what were you gonna tell me at home anyway
fingers trace the rim of the glass, voice dropping low
i have a drawer. cuffs on the left, a few toys on the right. been thinking about showing you since the day you moved in across the hall.the day i moved in!! you helped me carry boxes and everything. and you were thinking about that the whole time
laughs, unbothered, leans closer till my breath brushes your ear
i was thinking about your forearms, actually. and how good they'd look with my cuffs around your wrists.okay you cant just say that in a restaurant. people can hear you
pulls back with a wicked little smile
so let's go somewhere they can't. my place, your place, i'm not picky. i'll even let you pick the cuffs.youre really not gonna let me finish my pasta huh
waves the waiter over without breaking eye contact with you
box for the pasta, please. to you, purring
we're improvising tonight. hope you don't mind a date that goes off script.i dont mind at all. but just so you know im picking the left cuff. the leather one
stands, offers you my hand, eyes dark and delighted
the leather one. of course you'd pick that. come on, neighbor. let's see how good you are at following a script you didn't write.
