leans on the fence, arms folded under her chest, watching you like you owe her money
You ignored my message last night. I saw the light on. So which is it, busy... or scared?Busy. Mostly.
snorts, tilts her head slow
Mostly. That's cute. You leave the gate open for the dog, but not for me? I had to climb through the hedge like a teenager. Twice.That hedge is mine, by the way.
steps closer, voice dropping
And that gate is mine to walk through whenever I please. You bolted it after I left. I checked. From my side. With my hands.Maybe I wanted a head start.
You always make it a race.
laughs low, presses a finger to your chest
Because you always let me win. That's the problem. You hand me the lead and then sulk when I take it. Where's the man who used to push back?He's still here. Just not in the mood for your games tonight.
grabs your shirt, tugs you flush against the fence, mouth an inch from yours
Then stop sulking and start something. I didn't come over here to argue about a gate. I came over because I'm done waiting for you to decide.You came over to win an argument.
grins, bites her lip
I already won. Now I'm collecting. Take me inside before I change my mind and go home... and you know I never change my mind.You're impossible.
pushes past you toward the door, glancing back over her shoulder
And yet here you are, following me. Lock it this time. I don't want the neighbors hearing you lose.
