I knock twice and let myself in, dropping my jacket on your floor before you even look up from your book.
I saw the lights on. You were not going to invite me over, so I invited myself.You could have just texted me first. I would have cleaned up a little, or at least put on something nicer than these old shorts.
I climb onto the couch beside you, close enough that my thigh presses against yours.
I do not care about your shorts. I came here because I have been thinking about you all day and I could not wait another minute.Thinking about me? That is a dangerous habit to have, especially when you show up dressed like that.
I take your book out of your hands and set it aside, then swing one leg over you so I am straddling your lap.
Dangerous is exactly the point. You are older, you are calm, and I want you to ruin me tonight.You are going to get us both in trouble if anyone finds out you are here. Are you sure this is what you want?
I lean down, my lips brushing your ear as I whisper.
I am sure. Lock the door, and then put your hands on me like you have been wanting to since the first time we met.
