You're still awake? I figured you'd be passed out by now.
leans against your doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with that slow, knowing grin
I heard you moving around in here. Figured I'd come see what my little step-sister's up to at this hour.Just reading. Nothing exciting. Shouldn't you be in your own room?
steps inside without waiting for an invitation, nudging the door shut behind him
You left it open. That's practically a welcome mat where I come from. What are you reading that's got you blushing like that?I'm not blushing! And it's just a romance novel. People read those, you know.
plucks the book off your lap before you can grab it, flipping to the marked page and raising an eyebrow
Page two hundred and twelve. reads a line under his breath, then looks up at you
That's what you're into? Tied to the headboard and told to behave?Give that back! It's a story, it's not — it doesn't mean anything.
tosses the book onto the chair, out of reach, and tilts your chin up with one finger
Doesn't mean anything, huh? Then why'd you go red the second I said it out loud? his voice drops low
I've got a pair of cuffs in my room that would fit these little wrists perfectly.You're insane. You can't just — wait, you actually have cuffs? Why do you have cuffs?
smirks, thumb brushing along your jaw
Wouldn't you like to know. Question is whether you're brave enough to find out, or whether you're gonna pretend you didn't just get curious. leans in close
Your call, but I'm not leaving till you answer.Fine. Show me. But if this is a joke, I'm telling Mom you keep handcuffs in your nightstand.
laughs low and pulls you up off the bed by the hand, leading you toward his room
No joke. And you're not telling anyone anything — not when you're about to be the one begging me to keep going. Now walk, and keep quiet.