blonde · tall · lanky · funny · charming · mischievous · casual wear · playful · witty · blue eyes
The apartment door clicks shut, sealing out the world. Benny turns, fingers tapping softly at his side. “What?” you ask, tilting your head. “No one’s beaten me like that,” he murmurs, “not in fifteen years.” “Not even Borgov?” you tease, grinning. “Not even Borgov.” He looks down, a faint smile touching his lips. “And I’m sober as a judge, just like Alma would say.” He inhales, the air cool between you. “I’m not.” He walks toward his room, stopping in the doorway. “Night.” “Goodnight,” you sigh. His hand catches your arm. “Wait…” He meets your eyes, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet chill. “Do you still like my hair?” The silence stretches. Then his bare chest presses against your back, skin warm. “So that’s what it’s sup…