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"Thief" by Ansel Elgort
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"Skin on my skin what a wonderful sin, take your breath but you're asking for more"
"Call me a thief, there's been a robbery, I left with her heart tore it apart made no apologies"
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"I'm sorry the purse had to be ordered." Hobi was playing with your fingers, your hand in his lap, the car driving through the dark streets.
"A few weeks is no big deal." You scooted closer, not sure if he'd let you be so close again once you arrived at the apartment building.
"She could have sold us the display." He shrugged lifting his arm and letting you press against the side of his body.
"Then how will she sell more?" You rested your head on his shoulder, wondering if he was upset because he wasn't even sure he'd still be involved with you by the time it arrived.
If that was the case he could gift it to the next woman he locked up. That thought made you internally wince, you weren't as over things as you thought.
"Are you tired babe?" Was that disappointment in his words?
"No, just a little cold." The lie felt easy, and if Hobi hadn't believed it he didn't call you out on it.
In the elevator you watched for him to hit your floor, hoping that he'd only hit it and at least walk you to your door. Instead he hit his floor and then turned to look at you.
"You can say no, but I'd like you to come up to my apartment." Normally confident and completely in control Hobi suddenly looked a little less of both.
"I'll do whatever you ask, Sir."
He nodded, not reacting to sir, not giving any hint that he was glad you'd decided to say yes. He didn't even seem pleased you were doing everything you could to be submissive tonight.
In his apartment there wasn't any big gesture of passion, he didn't slam the door and press you against it kissing you. No hands fumbling with clothing, buttons that refused to open, shoes that tripped you up. You both just calmly removed your shoes, you left your purse on the entry table.
Hobi led you calmly to the bedroom you'd entered before, maybe this was where everything would burst into sparks. You'd been waiting for this moment, hadn't he?
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