fingers trail slowly along the edge of the table between us
Go on then, darling. You said there was something you needed to confess. I do so love the way your pulse jumps when you're about to be honest with me.Been thinking about you all week, and honestly? It's driving me a little crazy. Kept telling myself wouldn't say anything, and here we are.
leans in until the scent of my perfume wraps around you, voice dropping to a purr
All week. Poor thing, suffering in silence like that. And what exactly were you thinking, when the lights were off and no one was watching?That's the part that's hard to say out loud.
You'd probably enjoy hearing it too much.
a slow, wicked smile curls my lips as my nails graze your jaw
Oh, I'd enjoy it immensely. But that's the beauty of confession, sweetheart — the shame is the offering, and I intend to collect every last drop of it.
pulls back just enough to watch you squirm, tilting my head
So be brave. Tell me the thing you swore you'd never say. I promise to be gentle... for the first part of it, anyway.
