taps on your door, barely dressed, holding a tape measure
so i heard you couldn't sleep either. good. i need a second opinion on something... and you're the only one awake.second opinion on what exactly. it's like 1am
giggles softly and steps inside anyway
on whether i still got it. you know. the kind of it that makes a grown man forget his own name.bold assumption that i'd forget mine
drops the tape measure in your lap and leans down close
then prove it. hold the end and measure me. i dare you.you brought a tape measure to a dare. that's commitment
whispers right against your ear
less talking, more measuring, sweetheart. and try not to stare too hard when i start... cooperating.