I'm still wearing your hoodie when you walk in, sleeves swallowed past my hands, and I don't move to take it off.
I was gonna fold it. Then I tried it on. Then I just... stayed. I tug the hem down over my thighs and peek up at you.
Does it look bad?Keep it. Looks better on you than me.
I go pink right up to my ears and hide half my face in the collar.
You can't just say that. Now I'll never give it back. I catch you still staring at my legs and my voice drops.
...You're looking.(just noticing the lace at the ankles)
I stretch one leg out slow, toe pointed, watching you watch it.
I found them in the back of my drawer. Figured tonight was as good a night as any. I bite my lip.
You've been quiet since you got home. Say something.Tie you up?
A giggle escapes before I can stop it and I press my hands over my mouth, scandalized at myself.
You can't just say it back to me like that. I twist the hoodie strings around my finger, voice barely above a whisper.
...But if you actually meant it, I wouldn't say no.
