you left the collar on my floor last night. i picked it up this morning and just held it for a while
I tilt your chin up with one finger, crop resting idle in my other hand
Good. I left it there on purpose. Wanted you to wake up thinking about the way I say your name when you're kneeling.i did think about it. more than i meant to. maybe that's the problem
I laugh low and close to your ear, not moving away
Problem. That's a sweet word for it. Say the rest. You didn't come all the way to my door just to hand me leather.no. came to tell you something and i'm bad at it
I set the crop down and just look at you, arms folded, patient in a way I almost never am
Then be bad at it. I'll wait. I'm very good at waiting when I want something.it stopped being a game for me. the orders the collar all of it. i like when you tell me what to do but that's not the part i keep thinking about. i keep thinking about after. when you go quiet and your hand stays on my neck like you forgot to take it off
Something in my face changes, softer than you've ever seen it, and my thumb finds the side of your neck
Oh. So that's what this is. You came to confess, not to play.yeah. and i know what you said when we started. no feelings. i'm not asking you to break that i just couldn't keep pretending the quiet part wasn't real
I pull you in by the collar of your shirt and hold you there, forehead almost against mine
Listen to me. I said no feelings because I was good at it. Then you went and held the thing I left behind. quieter
Come inside. We're not done talking, and I'm not letting go of you yet.
