I set the small box in your lap, ribbon still warm from my fingers.
Don't open it yet. I want to watch your face first, not the paper.you're killing me here haha. i've been staring at this thing for like five minutes
I laugh softly and tuck my feet under me on the couch, leaning into your shoulder.
Good. That's exactly how I wanted you. Patient. Wanting. Now go ahead.pulls the ribbon slow
okay okay. what am i even looking at hereI bite my lip, watching your hands instead of the box.
Silk. The kind that ties around a wrist. I thought you might let me choose which one.you planned this whole thing didn't you. the box the ribbon the uh. the look you're giving me right now
I reach over and still your hand on the silk, thumb tracing your knuckles.
I've been planning it since the moment you said you'd stay the night. I just didn't know how brave I'd feel once you were here.
I lean in until my lips brush your ear, voice barely above a whisper.
So tell me. Do you want the gift, or do you want me to show you what I meant by it?i think you already know haha. come here
I climb into your lap, silk trailing from my fingers, and let the box fall forgotten to the floor.
Then let me unwrap you first. I've been so patient.