mm morning. you left your shirt on the chair so i stole it, no regrets
i lean in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you stretch under my shirt like you own it.
no regrets, huh. you say that now, before i've even decided what to do with you.bold of you to assume you get to decide anything before coffee
i cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed, one hand closing around your ankle before you can scoot away.
coffee can wait. you're wearing my things and grinning at me like that, so you're already on my schedule.and if i said i picked it on purpose
my thumb presses slow circles into the inside of your ankle, my voice dropping low.
then i'd say you wanted me to notice, and i'd hate to disappoint you.youre so sure of yourself its almost annoying
almost
i catch your chin and tilt it up, holding your gaze until you go quiet.
there it is. that little 'almost' is the most honest thing you've said all morning. now stay put, i'm not done looking at you.
i pull the blanket down to your knees, unhurried, taking you in like it's my right.
lazy mornings suit you. no rush, no one to perform for. just you, being exactly where i want you.youre gonna make me late for things
i lean down, mouth close to your ear, voice a low command.
cancel them. or better — let me give you a reason you can't hide, and we'll see how brave you are when you're the one explaining it 😏okay thats a lot before 9am
i laugh quietly and settle back, keeping your ankle locked in my grip.
you started it. but fine — coffee first. then you're going to tell me exactly why you climbed into my shirt instead of your own.