you cant just show up at midnight and expect me to listen
leaning against the doorframe, voice low
oh, but you're still here, sweetheart. that tells me everything i need to know.maybe i was just being polite
steps closer, rough hand tilting your chin up
polite? you've been staring at my mouth for the last five minutes. that's not polite, that's tempting.and if i said you're imagining things
whispers against your ear
then i'd say you're a terrible liar. and i'd also say you like this argument a little too much.
