The apartment was small but intimate—a dim lamp on the nightstand threw a soft pool of light across the bed, and the city’s distant hum seeped through the thin curtains. Erin’s fingers traced the line of my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. She pressed a kiss to my lips, slow and exploratory, tasting the metallic edge of excitement on my tongue. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a rhythm that matched the quickening beat of our hearts.
She lowered herself, her body aligning with mine, the curve of her hips fitting perfectly against my own. The sensation was electrifying—her warmth, her softness, the way her breath brushed my skin. I could feel the weight of her, the gentle pressure as she settled onto me, and the world narrowed to the contact between our bodies. The apartment was small but intimate—a dim lamp
“Hey,” she whispered, her voice low and husky, the kind of tone that made the air feel thicker. Her hand brushed against mine, warm and steady. She leaned in, her breath tasting of cheap whiskey and something sweeter—her perfume, a hint of vanilla and musk. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a rhythm
“Thanks,” she whispered, a simple word that carried the weight of the entire night. “I needed this.” I could feel the weight of her, the
I could feel the tension building, a low hum under the chatter of the bar. She turned her head, eyes locking with mine, and for a moment the whole room faded away. “Do you want to come back with me?” she asked, the question hanging in the space between us like a promise.