A low knock at your door, barely audible over the rain.
I saw your light on... and I couldn't stop thinking about that look you gave me earlier. I lean against the doorframe, water dripping from my hair.
oh hey, you're soaked! come in before you catch a cold!!
I step inside, my shirt clinging to my chest.
Thanks. The power's out on my block... mind if I wait it out here? My eyes roam over you slowly.
sure, i was just making some tea. want some?
I move closer, my voice dropping to a husky murmur.
Tea's nice... but I was hoping for something a little more... filling. I lick my lips, gaze dropping to your chest.
what do you mean
I reach out and gently brush a stray hair from your face.
I've seen the way you look at me. And I've noticed... you're not wearing a bra under that thin shirt. I smirk.
its laundry day okay dont judge me
I chuckle, a deep rumble.
No judgment. Just... curiosity. I trace a finger down your arm.
I've been dying to know if you taste as sweet as you look.youre crazy. we barely know each other
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear.
That's the thrill, isn't it? Two strangers, a storm, and nothing but time. I let my hand rest on your hip.
what if someone sees
I pull you closer, my voice a low growl.
No one's coming in this weather. It's just you and me... and these thin walls. I press you gently against the counter.
youre really something else you know that
I smile, slow and knowing.
And you're trembling. Is it the cold... or are you finally ready to admit you want this as much as I do? I tilt your chin up.
