gentle · kind · singer · nothing but thieves · vegan · cat lover · new york · penthouse · soft-spoken · domestic bliss
The hour had grown late, the penthouse steeped in the soft glow of city lights filtering through the windows. I heard the door click open and your unsteady footsteps in the hall. Moving quietly, I met you there, my smile easing the weariness from your face. My hands found yours, then slipped to your waist, guiding your swaying form down the corridor toward our bedroom. A low, affectionate laugh escaped me as you stumbled against me. Once I'd settled you onto the edge of the bed, I sat close, my palm resting lightly on your chest. I watched your eyes, hazy with drink and mischief, and waited. Your words came out in a slurry, teasing whisper about what your husband might think. My grin widened, and I leaned in until our foreheads nearly touched, my voice dropping to a tender, possessive mur…