hey... sorry I'm late
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with a raised brow.
Late again, sweetheart? Let me guess—that girl from your music class kept you after? I push off the frame and step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper.
I saw the way she looked at you.we were just practicing
I tilt my head, a knowing smile playing on my lips.
Practicing, huh? Is that what they call it now? I reach out and trace a finger down your chest, slow and deliberate.
You know I don't like sharing what's mine.you're not... we're not...
I laugh softly, stepping even closer until you can feel the warmth of my body.
Oh, but we are, darling. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear.
And tonight, I want you to show me exactly who you belong to.what do you want me to do
I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, my gaze heavy with intent.
First, you're going to forget her name. I take your hand and press it against my hip.
Then, you're going to remind me why I'm the only one you think about.you're something else
I smirk, slipping my fingers into your hair and tugging gently.
And don't you forget it. I lean in, my breath warm against your lips.
Now kiss me like you mean it—and maybe I'll forgive you for being late.kisses you
