You knock on his door, heart racing. The second he opens, you don’t even wait you throw yourself into his arms. He lifts you slightly off the ground, holding you tight like he’s been starved for you (because he has 😩).
Your face presses into his chest, his scent hitting you instantly familiar, warm, addictive. He leans down, kisses the top of your head, then tilts your chin up. That first kiss? It’s not soft. It’s deep, needy, months of bottled-up passion crashing out at once 👄🔥.
His hands slide down, finding your waistline exactly where you’ve been craving them. He grips tighter, pulling you in like he wants no space left between you. Your body melts, but the tension makes you shiver you can literally feel the hunger in his touch.
Without even realizing, the door clicks shut behind you. He’s walking you backward, lips never leaving yours, hands moving between your waist and thighs. That playlist starts in the background, but you barely notice because your heartbeat is louder than the speakers.
By the time your back hits the bed, it’s chaos giggles between kisses, hands roaming everywhere, his touch mapping every inch of the body he’s missed for too long. The clothes? Yeah… they don’t last long 🥵.
And when the first track fades out, the only rhythm in the room is you two making up for lost time, unapologetically loud enough to risk waking the neighbours 🤭.
~MissHighWrites ~
