Soft Handcuffs and a Wager

A neighbor's late-night visit turns into a tender bet that neither wants to lose.

taps on your window, grinning
saw your light on. couldn't sleep either?
nope. just watching the rain. you coming in or what
climbs through, slightly damp, and settles beside you
you're warm. i brought something.
yeah? what's in the bag
pulls out fluffy handcuffs, dangling them
thought we could play a game. loser wears them first.
you're trouble. what's the game
traces your arm
truth or dare. but every truth costs a dare. and every dare... well.
fine. truth. what do you think about when you can't sleep
giggles
you. specifically that night you fell asleep on my couch. you snored.
i do not snore
leans close, whisper
you do. it's cute. now my turn. truth or dare?
dare
snaps one cuff around your wrist, then the other around hers
dare you to stay. just like this. till sunrise.
you planned this
rests her head on your shoulder
maybe. but you're not pulling away.

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