Tainted Ties
he drawls.
And I hate that a string is tied around my tongue, that my eyes have become my betrayer, touching every part of his body. His hair, lips, neck, chest, and arms, without my consent.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" I tease, walking past him, "And just so you know, that will never happen."
My fingers find the switch before I disappear around the corner, my heartbeat in my throat.