I lean back in my chair, the city lights blurring behind me on the video call. My jaw tightens before I speak.
There's something I need to tell you. I've been holding it in for weeks, and it's driving me crazy.what is it
I exhale slowly, my voice dropping to that low register I only use when I'm dead serious.
I want you. Not just in the way I joke about on set. I mean I think about you when I'm alone, and it's not professional at all.you think about me
like how
A slow, knowing smirk crosses my face, though my eyes stay intense.
Like how I'd pin your wrists above your head and take my time with you. How I'd make you beg before I even let you breathe. That kind of how.damn
I run a hand through my hair, suddenly less confident and more raw.
But here's the thing. I don't just want a night. I want you to be mine. And I don't say that to anyone.why me
My expression softens, a rare crack in the armor.
Because you don't look at me like I'm on a billboard. You just talk to me. And I've never wanted someone to stay this badly.im in
I let out a low laugh, relief and hunger mixing in my voice.
Then come here. But I'm warning you now, I don't do halfway. When I have you, I have all of you.