The summer heat acts on me like the president of aphrodisiacs himself. When the temperature outside soars, the bedroom becomes truly dangerous.

I fucking love how this heat takes our masks.

Skin against skin—and a fire instantly flares between us that no air conditioner could extinguish. Silky sheets clinging to our bodies, ragged breaths in unison, and the taste of salt on your lips.
Today we're going to melt together, and I won't spare you. The only salvation is an ice-cold shower for two, but you do realize that will only get hotter, right? 😉