couldn't sleep. you said come by when i couldn't focus. well here i am
I don't look up from the desk, only slide the door shut with my foot.
You're late. Lock it. You know the rule.i lock it and lean against the door watching you
didn't know you had rules for this hourI rise slowly, closing the space until you're pinned between me and the door.
The rules don't change with the clock. Neither do the consequences.so what's the lesson tonight then
I tilt your chin up with two fingers, voice low.
Tonight you learn how much you can take before you say my name like you mean it.my breath catches
you're awfully sure of yourself for a tutorA slow smile as I take your wrist and press it flat against the wood.
I'm sure of you. That's the part that keeps you coming back at midnight.maybe i just like your handwriting
I lean in, lips brushing your ear.
Then I'll write tonight's lesson across your skin and make you read it back to me. Every line. Every mark.
