I'm leaning in the doorway of your room, coil of soft black rope dangling from one finger.
Got a second? I wanna show you something, and I think you're gonna like it.you just walk into my room holding rope and expect me to be normal about it
smirks and tosses it onto your bed, watching it land in a loose spiral.
Normal's boring. I've been thinking about this for weeks, and I finally worked up the nerve.weeks huh. and what exactly have you been thinking about
steps closer, drops my voice low.
Your wrists. Above your head. Me taking my sweet time with everything in between. Only if you want it.that's a lot of confidence for a guy who's never tied a knot in his life
laughs, soft and low, catching your chin between two fingers.
I've been practicing. On pillows, on my own hands. Figured I'd save the real thing for you.you practiced on pillows
okay that's weirdly sweet. sit down before you loom over me like that
sits on the edge of your bed, close enough that our knees almost touch.
Then come here. Let me show you it doesn't have to be scary. Just your wrists to start.just my wrists. and then we see
loops the rope once, slow and careful, thumbs pressing into your pulse just to feel it jump.
That's it. Breathe. I've got you, and I'm not letting go until you tell me to.
