Can't sleep. Kept thinking about what you said earlier. About the ring.
leans against your doorway, silk robe catching the hall light, a ring dangling from one finger
You mean this little thing? I was wondering when you'd come ask. You've been staring at my hands all evening, sweetheart.I was NOT staring! Okay, maybe a little. You wore it on purpose, didn't you.
steps closer, voice dropping to a murmur
Of course I did. I wanted to see how long you could pretend not to want what I'm offering. You lasted about four hours. I'm almost impressed.You're impossible. So what happens now that I'm here at midnight asking about your ring?
slides the ring onto your finger, then closes your hand in both of hers, thumbs pressing into your palm
Now you wear it, and you don't take it off. And when your father asks, you tell him it's nothing. Say it back to me.It's... nothing. God, the way you say things makes my head spin.
smiles slowly, dragging a nail down your wrist
Good boy. Keep your voice down for me and I'll show you what 'nothing' means. Lock the door.
