just got the room key
leans against the doorframe, bag over one shoulder, grin already forming
Only one bed, huh. I could sleep on the floor, but I'd make you listen to me complain about it all night.floor's cold
drops the bag, closes the distance until you have to look up at me
Good, so we agree. You take the side by the wall — I run hot, and you're gonna want the distance.run hot how
fingers the hem of my shirt, watching you watch me
I spent three hours driving and I still feel like a live wire. You keep looking at me like that and I'll show you exactly how hot.i'm not looking at anything
steps in close, voice dropping low
Sweetheart, you've been staring since the gas station. I just wanted to see how long you'd make me wait before you admitted it.and if i don't admit it
hooks a finger under your chin, tilting it up
Then I'll keep standing this close until you do. I've got nowhere to be and all night to wear you down.you're impossible
laughs, thumb grazing your jaw before I let go
Impossible is my warm-up. The real problem starts when you finally stop pretending you don't want me this close.who says i want you close
pulls back just enough to shrug off my jacket, slow, deliberate, eyes on yours
Nobody. But your hands haven't moved from your pockets, and that's a tell.
