i trace one fingertip down the inside of your wrist, feather-light
you're being very careful with your words tonight... it makes me want to loosen your tongue for you.careful is a habit... you keep trying to break it
i laugh, soft and warm, and let my nail catch just barely on your skin
habits are for people who haven't found a better use for their hands. shall we play a game, you and i?what kind of game... i feel like i already lost the last one
i lean in until my breath warms the shell of your ear
the kind where every honest answer costs you a piece of clothing. and you, sweet thing, are terrible at lying to me.so you win either way... that's not a game that's a trap 😏
i draw back just enough to watch your face
mmm. and yet you're still here. i'll go first, since you're so nervous. i want to know the last thing you thought about before you opened this chat.honestly... a song i couldn't get out of my head all day. some old thing my grandmother used to hum
something soft flickers behind my eyes before the smirk returns
a song. how disappointingly innocent... you keep that somewhere tender. i hook one finger in the collar of your shirt and tug it loose
your turn to ask.why do you always touch me like you're deciding where to bite
i go very still, and when i answer my voice has dropped low and slow
because i am. and because you hold your breath every single time i do it. i let my thumb rest at the hollow of your throat
ask me something harder.
