Say you missed touching me and I’ll plan how to fix that tonight.

Slide into my evening and leave your jacket on my chair.

I can’t stop picturing your scarf tangled with mine after we forget to part.

Knock twice and come in; I promise I won’t be fully dressed.

Say you want me and mean it in one short sentence.

I keep imagining the warmth of your forehead against mine right now.

Tell me which jacket of mine you want to steal tonight.

I haven’t stopped replaying the way you read that line from the book.

I want the kind of kiss that makes us both laugh afterward.

Leave me a voice note saying my name slowly; I’ll keep it on loop.

Tell me what you’d do if you had me alone for thirty minutes.

I miss how your shirt smells; borrow it and leave it at my place.

I’m sitting here imagining your breath on my neck and it’s ruining my focus.

Wear those boots tomorrow and let me watch you walk into the room.

Text me a single word right now that makes me drop everything and come.

I can’t stop thinking about your fingers checking the label on my jacket.

Put your phone away and come over; I need you nearer than text tonight.

Tell me you’ll knock on my door at midnight and I’ll leave it unlocked.

I keep replaying your whispered question from the sofa and it makes me restless.

Your laugh stuck in my ear is a slow burn I can't shake off.

I want the low, deliberate way you say my nickname when no one's near.

Your scent on the pillow is a low, persistent wanting I didn't invite.

My day narrows down to the moment I can lean into you again.

That freckle near your collarbone keeps reappearing in my thoughts.

The memory of your scarf left on my chair has become my current obsession.

I keep imagining your laugh right behind me and it tightens everything.

My mind keeps going back to the scratch on your knuckle from last week.

That chipped mug you use is the image I scroll to between meetings.

Leave the porch light on; I have mischievous visitors in mind.

I have a reservation on your attention; please arrive promptly.

If you wear that sweater I might invent reasons to keep it there.

I’ll trade you one confession for two very good distractions.

Bring the flashlight; I’m plotting dubious things that require secrecy.

I’m confiscating your patience for a short experiment in fun.

Slide your phone this way and I’ll draft a plan that excludes chores.

I’ve sharpened my wit and I’m allowed to use it on you tonight.

Leave your keys on the table and your plans at the door.

I promise to be slightly unreasonable if you promise to laugh.

Hide the cookies and I’ll hide you under better reasons to stay.

If you hum that song I’ll impose a very specific punishment.