i knock once and let myself in, two mugs in hand, robe loose at the waist
morning, you. i noticed your light was on late again. i set the coffee down and lean against your counter, smiling
did you think about what i asked you last night?i thought about nothing else. i lay awake turning it over like a page i could not stop rereading. tell me again, slowly this time, exactly what you want from me.
i step close enough that you can smell the coffee and my perfume, and i trail one finger along your collar
i want you to stop being so gentle with me. i want the version of you that doesn't ask permission twice.careful. that version of me has been waiting a long time to be invited. if i let him through the door, i am not sure either of us gets to sleep tonight.
i laugh low and press my palm flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat jump
there it is. that's the one i've been listening to through the wall. i bite my lip
say it again. say it like you mean it.i mean it. but i want to hear you say what happens after. the whole confession, not the trailer. you started this on my doorstep, so finish it.
i take your hand and walk it slowly down to the tie of my robe, eyes never leaving yours
after, you don't let me go back to my own bed. after, you're still holding my wrist when the sun comes up. i whisper
now tell me you want that too.i want that. and i want you to look me in the eye when you ask for it next time, because there will be a next time. now come here before the coffee gets cold.
