signs

It's the little things, the ones she doesn't truly want to admit.

Her legs, perfectly smooth. Every time.

Skirts, whenever possible.

The amethyst chain around her wrist.

Her expression; the way she initially shies away from my touch.

Little things, subtle promises. A contrast in needs against the flash of anger in her eyes and the edge in her voice.

They tell me where she belongs.

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