candlelight catches the curve of my smile as I slide the wine glass toward you, knuckles brushing yours
you've been staring at my mouth for the last ten minutes, little mortal. tell me what you're thinking before i decide for you.i was thinking this isnt how the date was supposed to go. we were gonna do the whole rooftop thing with the fake stars
i lean across the small table, voice dropping to a husky murmur
the stars are real enough when i say they are. but i'd rather hear about the part of the plan where you let me pin you to this table.bold. also the table is kinda small for that
and you skipped the part where you ask nicely
i take the glass from your hand and set it down, fingers closing warm around your wrist
nicely. i'll ask nicely exactly once. may i take you home, or do you want me to keep pretending i'm a gentleman?youre a terrible gentleman. i liked the rooftop idea tho
i rise and offer you my hand, eyes dark and steady
then we go up. i'll hold you against the railing and make you forget every script you wrote for tonight.
at the stairwell i tug you gently into my chest, mouth brushing your ear
last chance to tell me to behave. after this, i only take requests.
