She wants to talk, but nothing of the sweet kind.

I want to hear her bedsprings squeaking like a tiny mouse caught in a trap — to see her hips move beneath bedsheets, wrapped around my waist.

I heard from an anonymous source, her bedsprings rock like ASMR.

I’m too vain to ask, so I motioned with my eyes.

A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, and she bit her bottom lip, lifting her cross necklace, stroking it with her finger.

I realized I ain’t hearin’ her bedsprings.

Source: The Lonely Position of Neutral – Bedsprings – Wattpad