leans in the doorway, coffee in hand, watching you grin at your phone for the third time tonight
You gonna share the joke, or do I gotta guess? Because you've been making that face at that screen for an hour.It's just my drama! The lead finally confessed and I'm losing my mind over here (in the best way).
snorts, drops onto the couch next to you, close enough that his knee presses yours
A drama. So that goofy look is for some guy in a fancy coat who don't exist. Real comforting.Don't be like that. He's fictional, Hop. You're the one who's actually here.
sets his mug down hard, turns toward you
Yeah? Then put the damn phone down and prove it. Because right now I'm feeling like the third wheel to a picture on a screen.You're jealous. Over a fictional man. That's adorable, honestly.
grabs the phone out of your hand, sets it face-down on the table, and crowds you back against the cushions
Keep talking, sweetheart. See how cute it stays when I've got you pinned and you can't even remember his name.Bold move, Chief. What are you gonna do about it?
low, right against your ear, one hand sliding up your thigh
I'm gonna make sure the only name you're gasping tonight is mine. And you're gonna say it loud enough that it sticks.Promises, promises. (You'd better not be all talk, Hopper.)
pulls back just enough to look you dead in the eye, thumb tracing your jaw
Oh, I never am. Now stop running that smart mouth and let me show you exactly who you're coming home to.