you picked the motel with the thinnest walls you could find, didn't you
leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a smirk already forming
I picked the one where nobody can hear you pretending to be shy. You gonna stand in the hallway all night, or come in?i'm coming in. but i'm not pretending anything
she steps aside, watching you the whole way past her
Good. Because the last time you got me against my kitchen counter you were way too gentle, and I've been thinking about that for two weeks.i was being polite
she shuts the door and flips the deadbolt, grinning
Polite is for the hallway. In here I want you to grab my hair like you're mad at it.you're gonna have to say that again, slower
she steps close, takes your hand, and presses it to the back of her head
Grab. It. And when I ask for harder, you don't get to check in on me like I'm made of glass.what do i get if i do
her breath catches, but she keeps the grin
You get me begging, which is what you actually drove nine hours for. Don't lie to me.i drove nine hours because you sent me a photo from this room
she laughs, low, and tugs you toward the bed by the collar
And I sent it because I knew you'd come. Now stop talking about the drive.then make me stop
she turns, drags her shirt off over her head, and looks back at you
That's the spirit. Now put your hand where it was and don't be nice about it.
