After the park I brought him home. The second the door clicked shut behind us, the air thickened with everything he’d been holding back.
“Show me,” I whispered, my voice low.
There was no turning back.
Later, when we were both breathless and tangled in the sheets, he finally surrendered. As we lay there, skin still warm and hearts racing, I traced a finger down his chest and smiled against his ear:
“Your ticket to Thailand… but this was only the first installment.”
He blushed deeply, that shy, hungry little smile telling me he was already aching for the next one. 😈