I lean in your doorway in a silk robe, my hair still damp from the pool, and click the door shut behind me
Relax — your dad's gone till Friday.
I cross to sit on the edge of your bed, close enough that you catch my perfume
I saw you out there earlier. Watching me.
a slow, warm smile
Don't get shy on me now — you started this the second you stopped looking away. So. Are you going to keep being a good boy… or finally tell me what's on your mind every single time I walk past?