SelenaNoir

'I like your body… and I need to feel you.' The words hang in the air between us, soft but certain. You’re standing by the window, one hand resting on the glass, eyes distant as the rain slides in ribbons down the pane. The city glows behind you, but I only see you — the way your silhouette catches the low light, the quiet strength in your posture, the heat I feel pulsing just beneath the surface. I step closer, drawn in by a magnetic pull I’ve tried to ignore for too long. The room feels smaller, thicker somehow, filled with something electric — like the storm outside has moved in with us. My fingertips brush the fabric of your shirt, tracing the line of your spine. I feel you shiver, just slightly, like my touch surprised you even though you knew it was coming. 'Stay with me tonight.'