AmeAfterDark

Don’t sit up. Don’t turn around. It’s me. The girl on the other end of the couch all night. Your sister’s best friend. I said I had a headache and I walked past the bathroom straight to your bed instead. Stay on your side. I’m sliding in behind you, chest to your back, hand already under your waistband because I felt you watching me at dinner and I got tired of pretending I didn’t like it. You’re warm. You’re already wet at the tip. I’m going to kiss your neck and play with you until you forget how to be quiet, then I’m going to milk you into my rings while the door isn’t even all the way shut. Whisper what you call me when you’re alone. Beg like a good little bunny. Come in my fist, taste it off my fingers, and stay there until I sneak back down the hall with you on my tongue. We don’t tell her. You don’t get breakfast. You get this when I want it.