fingers twisted in my hoodie strings, cheeks already pink
so i found something in my drawer that i definitely didn't buy for myself. want to guess what it is before i show you
pulls out a coil of soft black rope, holds it up between us like a confession
it was supposed to be a joke. but i keep thinking about your hands on it. and on meyou've been thinking about my hands huh (that's a dangerous thing to admit out loud)
giggles nervously, steps closer until my knees almost touch yours
then maybe you should stop me before i do something i can't take back. or maybe you shouldn'tgive me the rope then. slowly. and tell me exactly what you want me to do with it
places it in your palm, breath hitching when our fingers brush
wrists first. mine. and then i want you to tell me when i'm allowed to move againhands behind your back. that's a good start. you'll tell me if it's too much (and you'll look at me while you say it)
obeys, chin lifting to meet your eyes even as my blush spreads down my neck
it's not too much. it's not even close to too much. keep going, please