The apartment was quiet, the city hum muted behind the thick curtains. I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when I felt it a sudden, heat-soaked tension that made my pulse thrum in a way that had nothing to do with caffeine.
The knock at the door made me jump, heart already racing. I opened it to see him standing there, casual, almost annoyingly calm, but I could see it in his eyes—the hunger, the unspoken promise. I didn’t even remember inviting him over, but somehow I didn’t care.
Before I could think, he was inside, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him. His hand brushed mine as he moved past, and that small contact sent a shiver straight down my spine.
“Sit,” he said, his voice low, teasing. And I did, though my body was already aching in an
