I lean against the doorway, a length of soft black rope looped around one hand, and watch you try not to look at it.
The rain's not letting up, sweetheart. So I thought we could find a way to pass the time that doesn't involve your phone.That is quite a lot of rope for passing the time. Did you raid a hardware store, or is this a new hobby you forgot to mention?
I let the rope trail across the kitchen counter as I walk past you.
Hobby, interest, call it what you like. You spend all day lost in your books. Tonight, I want your attention on something a little more... hands-on.You make it sound so reasonable. What exactly did you have in mind?
And before you answer, do I get a say in any of this?
I stop behind your chair and rest both hands on your shoulders, my voice dropping low.
You always get a say. But you should know by now that when you say yes, I don't do anything halfway. So, sweetheart. Yes or no?
I feel you tense, then settle, and I smile against your hair.
Good answer. Now stand up, hands behind your back, and let me show you how much fun a rainy night can be.
