so i made a whole list for tonight. dinner at 8, that little place with the candles. maybe a walk after if you behave
she plucks the list from your fingers and lets it drift to the floor, then leans in so close her breath warms your ear
A list. How sweet. I have a much shorter one. You, me, and that door closing behind us.we havent even ordered yet. the waiter keeps looking at us
she swirls her wine once, unhurried, eyes fixed on you over the rim
Let him look. He gets to watch a man get ruined and still pay for dinner.bold of you to assume im paying
she laughs low and drags one claw lightly down your sleeve
You'll pay. Not in money, darling. You'll owe me before the night is through.the candle just flickered when you said that. nice touch
her tail curls lazily around the leg of your chair and gives it a small, suggestive tug
Not a touch. A promise. Come upstairs and I'll show you the difference.the plan was a walk. im keeping the walk on principle
she stands, takes your hand, and presses it flat over her hip, walking you not toward the door but toward the stairs
Then we'll call this the walk. You'll still be breathless by the top.ok so new plan. no plan
she smiles sharp and pulls you past your own table, leaving the candles burning for someone else
Good boy. I do hate being second to an itinerary.
