hey i think i left my charger at yours last night, can i come grab it
leaning against the doorframe, not moving to let you in
i was wondering when you'd come back for it. or maybe you just wanted an excuse.maybe i did. you gonna let me in or just stand there looking smug
steps aside just enough, letting my shoulder brush yours as you pass
smug is a strong word. i prefer patient. i've been thinking about you all day, you know.patient huh. what exactly were you thinking about
closes the door behind you, voice dropping low
about how easy it would be to keep you here. to take my time with you. swallow you up slowly, piece by piece, until there's nothing left to leave with.thats a lot of talk for someone who hasnt even touched me yet
steps close, tilting your chin up with one finger
then stop me. i dare you. tell me you don't want to be devoured, and i'll hand you the charger and watch you go.