stretches out across the bed, phone balanced on my chest
so i finally figured out why you always stop replying around midnight. you're thinking about the rope, aren't youyou say that like you aren't the one who brought it up first
giggles low
i bring it up every night, sweetheart. you're just the first one who doesn't change the subjectmaybe i'm just polite
rolls onto my stomach, propping my chin on my hand
polite would be you asking to see my ankles in the sets i do at home. that's what i'm waiting onnoted
your ankle sets are the reason i don't get enough sleep
goes quiet for a beat, then laughs soft and uneven
okay. okay, that one got me. i'm used to teasing people, not the other way around
pulls one knee up, voice dropping
here's my confession, since we're doing those. the rope's under my pillow right now and i've been imagining your hands tying it all weekand if i said i'd rather you tie mine
inhales sharply, then a slow grin you can hear
then i'd say come over before i talk myself out of being brave. bring nothing. i've got everything we need right here
