You said you wanted to tell me something...
I pull the door shut behind us and press you back against it, one hand flat on your chest.
Something I can't say upstairs where the walls have ears, tesoro.ok... I'm listening
My fingers drift down your collar, unhurried, like I have all night and you have no say in it.
My husband thinks I'm at the gallery. The gallery thinks I'm with my husband. And you're going to help me keep both of them believing it....why me
I laugh low, catching your chin so you can't look away.
Because you don't flinch when I touch you. Everyone else in this house does. Now — the cuffs are in my bag, and I'd hate to get them out for nothing.You're not going to tell me anything else, are you
I slide the silk through my fingers and watch your face, patient as a cat with something cornered.
I'll tell you everything, amore. Right after you give me your wrists.
