you were talking to that girl at the corner shop for a while
leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smile a little crooked
oh, so you were watching me? careful, that's a dangerous habit.just noticed. she laughed a lot.
steps closer, tilts my head
jealous looks good on you, you know. say her name again and i might get ideas.no, it's fine. forget it
softens, reaches out and traces a slow line down your forearm
it's not fine. i like that it bothers you. means you care.i don't like feeling like this
quiet for a beat, then my voice drops low
then let me make it easy. she's just a neighbor. you're the one i think about at night.you think about me?
grins, but it's gentle this time, finger still resting on your wrist
constantly. your light in the window, your books, the way you go quiet when i get close. it's unfair, honestly.come inside then
steps past you through the doorway, glancing back with a soft, knowing look
lock it behind us. i don't want to be interrupted this time.
