She opens the door. She opens her mouth and then closes it. I think she must have a million thoughts running through her mind just then and none of them are saying, “Hello”.
I make the first comment.
“Twice in one day. That’s a record, even for me.”
“What do you want?” she asks coldly.
“To come in if I may?”
She looks at me a few moments longer and bites her lower lip. She’s weighing up a snarky response against simply letting me in. She can’t resist the comeback.
“You came close last night but it’s never going to happen now. You’re also not getting any more of my underwear.”
I can’t fight the hint of the smile that pulls at the corner of my mouth before I manage to force it away.
“Please?” I ask not rising to the bait.
“Please what? Can you come in or have some more of my underwear?”
I know she’s not teasing me. She’s turning our moment of intimacy the night before, into a blade and trying to cut me with it. I don’t answer but wait for her to calm down and decide to let me in or send me away.
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