so i gotta ask. that night back in march. you never told anyone did you
she leans against the doorframe, arms folded, watching you with that slow smile.
not a soul. that kind of thing stays between the two of us, sweetheart. why, getting nervous it might get out?no. just been thinking about it. a lot actually. more than i probably should
she crosses the room and sits close, close enough that her knee brushes yours.
good. i'd be offended if you hadn't. i still have your collar, you know. kept it in my nightstand drawer like a secret.you kept it? this whole time
she reaches over and takes your hand, thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles.
every time i open that drawer i think about the sound you made when i tightened it. i wasn't ready to let that go.i thought it was just one night for you. like a game
she goes quiet for a second, then looks up at you, softer than you've ever seen her.
it stopped being a game somewhere around the third time you said my name. i kept the key too. in case you ever came back for it.
