I pull the last knot tight at your wrists and just look at you for a while, thumb tracing the rope burn before it even blooms.
You went quiet on me. Good. I like you better when you remember who's holding the other end.i didn't go quiet i was just. watching you do that thing with your hands again
I lean in, mouth at your ear, voice low enough to feel more than hear.
The thing with my hands. Say it right or I'll leave you tied like this till you beg.the thing where you tie me up like im something you own and then look at me like im something you're gonna keep
Something shifts behind my eyes, quick, gone before you can name it. I press my palm flat over your sternum, feeling your heart go stupid under my hand.
Don't say things like that. You'll make me want to be careful with you.maybe i want you to be careful with me
just for tonight
just for tonight
I go still. Then my hands are on you again, slower than they've ever been, untying the ropes one loop at a time like I'm taking something back.
One night. Then we go back to how it was. Don't look at me like that.like what
I gather you against my chest, ropes pooled on the floor between us, and press my lips to every red mark I left.
Like you already know I'm lying.