you left the gloves on my bed again
I lean against the doorframe, watching you hold them up.
Maybe I did. Or maybe you keep noticing them.hard not to notice bright purple latex at 2am
I cross the room slow, take them from your hand, and let the material snap softly against my palm.
You could just say you want to know what they feel like.bold assumption
I tilt my head, close enough that you can smell my shampoo.
It's not an assumption if you're still standing there.i was reading. you're in my light
I sit on the edge of your bed, uninvited, and pat the space beside me.
Put the book down and I'll show you something better than a chapter.you're insufferable. fine
I take your wrist and slide the glove onto your hand, slow, smoothing each finger down.
There. Now you feel it too.it's warm. weirdly warm
My voice drops low, right at your ear.
That's you. That's what wanting does. And I've been waiting all week to watch you figure it out.