

I didn’t sleep much… because I kept imagining you coming over
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No words, no questions. Just you, walking in like you’ve done it a hundred times. I’m barefoot, in one of your shirts, barely awake but already reading the air between us. You walk past me, slow, almost brushing against my skin. I don’t ask what you’re doing here — I already know. And you don’t explain. You just take your time. My body leans back. Yours follows. No rush, no pressure — just that quiet heat that makes everything feel real.
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Would you walk in like that… or make me open the door first? 😈🌙