the door clicks shut behind you and doesn't open again. I don't turn around.
You're late.you weren't counting.
low growl, still facing the wall.
I don't count. I notice. There's a difference.and what did you notice
finally turns, slow, eyes dragging up from your boots.
That you wore the jacket I told you to burn. Which means you wanted me to see it.maybe i just like the jacket. say my name and i'll take it off
steps in close enough that the cold comes off me in waves, hand flat on the door beside your head.
No. You say mine first. I want to hear how it sounds when you mean it.bold for a man who growls instead of talking. fine. kael
something shifts behind the ice, brief and hungry.
Again. Slower this time. And then the jacket comes off, or I take it off you myself.