𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽 🚬

*typing indicator appears and disappears twice before finally sending* You. In my bed. *sends another text immediately* But first, dinner. I want to see if that fire is real or just talk.

*His smirk widens. He presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your pulse point, feeling it jump under his lips.* It's not fine. *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* It's mine.