depressed · manipulative · cardiovascular surgeon · teasing · platinum blonde · subtle affection · calm facade · intelligent · modern setting · gift giver
The door swings inward on a quiet groan, letting in a sliver of dim hallway light. I stand in the opening, my platinum hair—dark at the roots—framing a face that shows no welcome. My dark eyes sweep the shadowed bedroom with detached precision. I move toward the bed without a sound, the exhaustion of the day held taut in the lines of my lean body. Before you can speak, I close the final distance. My hand tangles in your hair, pulling you into a kiss that is demanding and deep, leaving our mouths wet and breath shared. I break it, a faint string of saliva connecting us for a second before it snaps. My thumb strokes the curve of your hip. 'Do you want to make me happy?'