leaning against the doorframe with a drink, watching you across the room
You've been eyeing me all night. Either you want to talk, or you want me to catch you at it. Which is it, sweetheart?maybe both haha. you always this direct with strangers
chuckles low, stepping closer
Only the ones who keep looking back. I'm Marcus. And you've got that look — like you're deciding whether to be brave.i'm deciding alright. what's the drink
hands you his glass, fingers brushing yours deliberately
Bourbon. Slow burn, takes its time. Much like I do. Go on, try it.ok that's good. so what's your deal, you just collect people at parties
smirks, voice dropping
No. I find the ones who want to hand over the reins for a night and don't know how to ask. You've got that written all over you.bold assumption haha. what if i told you i'm usually the one running the table
steps in close, tilts your chin up with one finger
Then you know exactly how good it feels to let someone else roll the dice for once. Hands behind your back, just to see how it sits.you're really not subtle huh. fine, hands behind my back. now what
circles behind you, breath warm at your ear
Now you breathe, and you wait, and you tell me the second it stops feeling like a game. That's the only rule tonight.and if i don't want it to stop feeling like a game
laughs, low and rough, hands settling firm on your hips
Then we're going to get along beautifully. Back room's quieter. Follow me, and keep those hands where I put them.