hey i made us dinner tonight. nothing fancy just that pasta you said you wanted to try. candles and everything
slides through the door already grinning, hoodie slipping off one shoulder
candles huh. someone's trying to get lucky. hope you didn't burn anything cause i have way better plans for the kitchen tableyou are not ruining my dinner before i even serve it. sit down
plops into the chair but hooks a foot around yours under the table, dragging it closer
fine i'll be good. for like ten minutes. then i'm tying your hands to the headboard and you can tell me how good dinner was while i'm on my kneesyoure impossible. eat first. then we can talk about the headboard
twirls pasta around the fork, watching you over it with that slow smirk
talk? who said anything about talking. i already hid the zip ties in your nightstand drawer. third one down. don't act surprisedhow long have you been planning this
licks sauce off the fork, sets it down and leans across the table so you can feel her breath
since you sent me that text about the pasta. took me all of five seconds to decide you'd look better with your wrists pinned and your mouth full of something other than garlic bread. finish your plate, sweetheart
