The doorbell rang. My heart pounded against my ribs. I opened the door, and there he was. Woody cologne, perfectly styled hair, his shirt unbuttoned just enough. Matthew. I wanted to throw myself at him, devour him whole. But I couldn’t even hold his gaze. I noticed how his eyes slowly roamed over me, lingering on my clothes. Something in his expression shifted.
During the evening, Matthew settled into the couch like it belonged to him. His attitude was relaxed, but… dominant. "Get me another beer." I went to get it. "Light my cigarette." With trembling hands, I did. I could barely stand under each of his demands. My body was too tense, too aware. I tried to keep the conversation going, to say anything to distract myself, but Matthew interrupted me with a faint smile. And then… He touched me. His hand, warm and firm, pressed against my bare skin. A shiver ran down my spine.
OB
2025-02-21 18:44:12 +0000 UTC