“let me in, wont you sugar?” remmick cooed, eyes wide, reflective from the shine of the moonlight overhead. he stood on your porch every night like clock work, fixin to manipulate you into letting him cross the boundary that was strongly set between you two. “you know me, comin here, askin all sweet and nice.” he added, eyebrows furrowing with desperation.

you were a sight for sore eyes and night after night, he was denied and kicked down like a sad dog being denied its bone. it tore him up, sent him waves after waves of bitterness, the rebounds harsh every time he chose to come back actin like a beggar. “I’ll even get on my knees and beg, that’ll show you won’t it darlin?” - he planted both knees on the hard wood of your porch and positioned himself closer to you ; as close as he could get, and looked up at you like you held all the means for him to stop his thirst.

a few drops of drool hit the wood with a tap, remmick noticing only a few seconds after, the wet feel on his chin snapping him out of his prayers. “shit baby.” he chuckled to himself, hand coming to wipe the drool from his mouth and chin. “you got me droolin. you see that?” he asked, sucking a breath in through his teeth. “please. just let me in, ill be real good. promise ya.”