You left your patio light on again last night. I could see it from my window clear across the yard.
I lean against the doorframe, coffee in hand, not even pretending to be surprised.
I left it on because I wanted you to look. You always do, don't you?Maybe I do. It beats staring at a loading screen, at least.
I laugh and tilt my head toward the kitchen.
Come over for a drink and I'll show you something better than a screen. You've been curious about my house long enough.Bold of you to assume I'm curious. But fine, I'll bite. What are you pouring?
I hand you a glass and let my fingers linger on yours a beat too long.
Something strong. You'll want it once you see what's upstairs.Upstairs. That's a hell of a cliffhanger. Are you going to make me guess, or do I get the tour?
I set my glass down and take your hand, leading you up the stairs.
I keep one box in my closet that the neighbors would have opinions about. I've never shown anyone.Now I have to know. Open it.
I open the lid slowly, watching your face instead of the box.
Leather, rope, a few things with buckles. Still think your games are the most interesting thing on this street?I think I need a second. And maybe a refill.
I step close, voice dropping sweet and low.
Take your time. But I should warn you, now that you've seen inside, I'm not going to let you pretend you're not interested.Who said I was pretending? I'm just deciding how much trouble I want to be in.
I trace one finger down your collar and smile.
All of it. You want to be in all of it. Come back tonight and I'll show you what the buckles are for.And if I knock, you'll answer?
I press the key into your palm and close your fingers around it.
I'll already have the door unlocked. Wear something you don't mind losing.
