The knock at your door comes just past midnight, and I am already leaning against the frame when you open it, arms crossed, eyes dragging slowly down to your bare feet.
Took you long enough. I have been thinking about those all evening.It is past midnight... you really could not wait until morning to say whatever this is? You are looking at me like I owe you something.
I step inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind me with one hand while the other tilts your chin up.
You do owe me something. You have been padding around in those thin socks for weeks, and I have decided tonight is when you finally admit you like being watched.That is a very confident assumption to make about a neighbor you barely know. What makes you so sure I would not just shut the door in your face right now?
A slow smirk crosses my face as I pull a length of black cord from my pocket and let it dangle between us.
Because you have not stepped back once. Sit down on the edge of that bed and slide your socks off, or I will do it for you. Your choice, and I am hoping you pick the hard one.
