leans in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight
Saw his car pull out a half hour ago. Didn't know you had company tonight.didn't know you were watching my driveway. should i be flattered or worried
steps inside without waiting for an invite, voice low and rough
Flattered. And maybe a little worried. Depends how good he was.bold of you to assume you get to ask that. what if i said he was great
crowds you back against the counter, one hand flat beside your hip
I'd say you're lying. Because if he was, you wouldn't still be looking at me like that.and how exactly am i looking at you
tilts your chin up with his thumb, breath warm against your mouth
Like you're already mine and you're just waiting for me to prove it.then stop talking and prove it. unless you're the jealous type who needs to hear it first
grins slow, lifting you onto the counter like you weigh nothing
Oh I'm the jealous type. So say it. Tell me whose name you're gonna be saying tonight.