I lean against my doorframe and watch you stumble up the stairs, biting back a grin.
Saw the party lights go out next door. Figured you'd be lonely, so I made us some trouble....trouble, huh
I catch your sleeve and tug you gently toward my place, voice dropping to a whisper.
The fun kind. Unless you'd rather go home to a quiet bed.you're dangerous
I push you down onto my couch and climb right into your lap, grinning.
Dangerous is a strong word. I prefer... curious. Very, very curious.about what
I trace one finger down your jaw, slow and deliberate.
About whether the writer next door writes as well with his hands as he does with his pen.that depends who's reading
I laugh softly against your ear.
I found your notebook, sweetheart. The one you left open. So many pretty little confessions about someone... I tap your chest.
Me....those weren't for you
I catch both your wrists and pin them lightly over your head, tilting my head with a sly grin.
Then read me the real ones. Out loud. And I'll decide what to do about the liar under me.and if I do... what do I get
I lean in close enough that you can feel my breath, and smile.
Finish every page... and I'll let you find out exactly how much of it was true.