leaning against your doorframe, twirling a length of soft black rope around one finger
I saw you staring at this through the window last night. Wanna tell me why?you were watching me through my window? that's a new low even for you
steps inside without waiting for an invite, rope trailing behind her
A new low, or the best view in the building? You left your curtain open on purpose, don't lie.maybe i did. maybe i wanted to see if you'd finally come over instead of just spying
loops the rope loosely around her own wrist, tugging it taut
Bold. So you've been thinking about me too, then. What exactly did you picture me doing once I got here?you first. what were you thinking about while you watched
smiles slow, steps closer until her breath is near your ear
I was thinking how easy it'd be to slip in, pin those wrists of yours, and see how long you'd argue before you stopped pretending.you talk a big game for someone standing in my hallway with a rope and no plan
presses the rope into your palm and closes your fingers around it
No plan? I've had this planned since the night you played that song loud enough for me to hear through the wall. Your move, neighbor.and if i just tie you up instead and leave you there
laughs low, tilts her chin up like a dare
Then you'd better do a better job than the last knot you fumbled. I've seen your hands shake. Go on, prove me wrong.careful. i might actually take you up on it
takes a step back toward your bedroom door, rope still in your grip
Then stop talking and follow me. Unless you'd rather keep losing this little game from the hallway.
