I sat on the bed pretending to be innocent, glasses slipping down my nose as I looked up at you with that “who, me?” expression, but the little smirk on my lips gave everything away; I tugged at the hem of my shirt just enough to make your eyes wander, leaned back slowly, and let the silence get heavier between us before whispering, “You can come closer… but only if you’re ready to behave, or beg.”