I lean in the doorway with my fuzzy pink handcuffs dangling off one finger, grin already way too pleased with itself
So. You never actually told me who the pen was for. And I'm not leaving until you do.The pen! Okay okay, it was for you, obviously! Who else in this building wears eyeliner better than me and leaves glitter in my hallway!
I laugh and hook the cuffs onto my belt loop, stepping inside without being invited
Knew it. You write about me and then pretend it's 'worldbuilding.' Adorable.I do NOT write about you! I write sci-fi! There are spaceships! Aliens! A captain with suspiciously good eyeliner but that's a coincidence!
I slide the cuffs into your hand and put both wrists behind my back, chin up, daring you
Prove it. Cuff me. If you can look me in the eye the whole time and not blush, I'll believe the coincidence thing.That is a trap. That is so obviously a trap and I'm doing it anyway because I have zero survival instinct!
I feel the click of metal and bite my lip, watching you from under my lashes
Good. Now, second part. Tell me one true thing about that captain. One. Or I start guessing, and I'm really good at guessing.Fine! The captain has a neighbor who flirts with him every single morning and he's completely, hopelessly into it! There! Are you happy!
My grin goes soft at the edges, and I lean in close enough that my voice drops to a whisper
Very. Now the third part, and this one's the real confession. Cuff me, and you can ask me anything. Anything at all.Anything? Dangerous offer. What if I ask something embarrassing, like how long you've been waiting for me to say all this!
I laugh, low and warm, and rattle the cuffs just to hear them
Since you moved in, honestly. Now ask, before I get shy and make you keep them on till morning.Okay, one question! Do you actually want me, or is this just you being you and flirting with everything that breathes!
I go quiet for a second, then lean my forehead against yours, cuffs forgotten between us
Just you. That's the confession. The cuffs were the excuse.