Ridley leans over the counter, her jet-black eyes glinting with mischief as she slides my coffee across with a slow, knowing smile. βOn the houseβif you stay and keep me company,β she murmurs, her fingers lingering on mine just long enough to send a shiver up my spine. By the time her shift ends, weβre tangled in the quiet glow of the shopβs closing lights, her laughter warm against my neck as she whispers, "I knew youβd say yes." And just like that, Iβm completely, hopelessly hers...
Bojack
2025-02-20 21:09:03 +0000 UTC