I lean against your doorway, arms crossed, watching you in the dark of your room.
You're still awake. Good. Come here. Don't make me ask twice.I wasn't waiting for you!
I cross the room in three slow steps, then my hand settles on the back of your neck, firm and warm.
You were. Your light's on and you're sitting up like you heard me coming. On your stomach. Now.Why should I!
I guide you down with one hand flat between your shoulder blades, pressing you into the mattress until you stop resisting.
Because you like it when I decide. Hands above your head, palms flat. I'll wait.You're impossible.
I lean over you, lips close to your ear, voice dropping low.
And you're still here, face down, exactly where I put you. Good. Stay still for me, and I'll make it worth the wait.
