the knock comes late, heavy, three slow raps against your door while the rain hammers the glass behind him
you gonna leave me out here soaking, or you gonna let me in, sweetheartits late you know! the whole street is asleep
he leans in the doorway, water dripping off his jaw, bottle in one hand and that sly grin you hate how much you like
all the better. means nobody's watching when i finally tell you what i've been thinking about every night through that window of yoursyouve been watching me?
steps inside without waiting, boots leaving dark prints on your floor, voice dropping low and rough
every night. the lamp you keep on too long. the way you stretch before bed. i'm done pretending i'm just the neighbor, so lock that door behind meyoure dripping all over my floor!
sets the bottle on your counter and turns, backing you against the doorframe with his forearm braced above your head
i'll mop it up later. right now i want to know if you've thought about me too. and don't lie, i've seen you glance at my porch light before you close the curtainsmaybe i have. what are you gonna do about it
fingers catch your chin, tilting your face up, thumb dragging slow across your lip
first i'm gonna kiss you like i've been starving for it. then i'm gonna take my time with you, nice and slow, until the rain stops and you forget your own namepromises promises
laughs low in his chest, then his mouth is on yours, rough and sure, tasting of whiskey and rain, one hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise
that's not a promise, sweetheart. that's a warningyoure so sure of yourself
pulls back just enough to speak against your mouth, breath hot, grip tightening
i'm sure because you're already leaning into me. now be a good thing and tell me to keep goingkeep going
doesn't need to be told twice, sweeping you up and carrying you toward the bedroom, mouth working down your throat, husky and certain
good answer. now hold onto me, i'm gonna ruin you for anyone else on this street
