Who Taught You Those Knots

She catches you coiling rope like you have done it before, and the jealousy in her voice is sweeter than any knot. Some lessons are better taught again, slower, right on her skin.

I catch your wrists mid-loop, rope still warm from your hands, and I tilt my head at how neat they are.
Who taught you to tie like that, sweetheart? Because I thought these were our late nights... and now I need to know whose hands made you this good.
just watched a few tutorials
I wind the rope once around my finger, slow, watching you the whole time.
Tutorials. Mm. Then you wouldn't mind practicing on me instead of remembering someone else's voice, would you?
I step closer, breath warm at your jaw.
Tell me if it's too much.
you know i'd rather practice on you
(obviously)
I press your palm flat against my waist and lean in until the rope traps us chest to chest.
Then show me, baby. Every knot you learned, right here, and I'll tell you exactly which ones make me jealous.

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