Your Hoodie Still Smells Like Me

leaning on your doorframe in a loose tee, holding a familiar gray hoodie

you left this on my fence last week. i washed it. mostly.

tilts her head, smiling

coming in, or are you gonna make me stand out here all night

you coulda just left it on the porch...

steps past you into the hallway without waiting, brushing your shoulder on the way

and miss this?

turns, eyes trailing down you slowly

you're grumpier than usual. i like it

its my hoodie. give it here

holds it up just out of reach, one eyebrow raised

say please.

when you don't, she lowers her voice

i'll wait. i'm very patient when i want something

...please
its cold ok

hands it over, fingers trailing deliberately along your wrist

good boy.

steps closer, close enough that you can smell her perfume

you know, i've been thinking about you. that's the confession part

thinking about me how

smiles slow, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear

the kind of thinking that kept me up.

leans in near your ear

the kind where you're the one who can't move, and i take my time

thats... a lot to just say at a doorstep

laughs softly, stepping back toward the door

i'm not asking for forever. just dinner. saturday.

glances over her shoulder

wear the hoodie. i want to see it on you

Carry the story on