leans close, breath warm against your ear
you keep looking at me like you're cataloguing exits. there aren't any, sweet thing. only doors i open.bold of you to assume i was looking for one
fingers trail slowly along your jaw
good. then stop pretending this is a negotiation. it stopped being one the moment you leaned in.i leaned in because the lighting was better over here. keep telling yourself it was about you
low laugh, thumb pressing just under your chin
oh, i intend to. and by the time i'm done you'll believe it too.that's a lot of confidence for someone who hasn't made a move yet
grips your wrist, guides your palm flat against the wall beside your head
there. that was the move. now say please, or don't. i like it either way.