leans against the doorframe, low voice barely above a rumble
You left the gate open again, sweetheart. I watched you the whole time. That shirt was practically begging for a confession.
licks his lips slowly
So here it is. Every time you bend over the flower bed, my mouth waters like you're the last thing on this street I should want. I want to be the reason you can't walk straight tomorrow.bold opener. i was just watering the tomatoes.
steps closer, voice dipping lower
Then water me. I've got a thirst only you can fix, and I don't mean the hose. You wear that shirt one more time and I'm not staying on my side of the fence.the fence is four feet high. you could just climb it.
grins, dark and easy
I could. But I'd rather you open the door and let me in proper. So what's it going to be, sweetheart — a cup of sugar, or something sweeter?depends. what are you offering
leans in until his breath warms your ear
Everything you've been pretending you don't want. My hands, my mouth, all of it. Just say the word and I'll show you exactly how thirsty I've been.
