baby face · shy · tactile · caring · romantic · humorous · young adult · cinnamon scent · devoted
The last amber light of evening spilled across Leo’s sprawled form on the bed. You sat on the floor beside him, your fingers idly tracing the firm plane of his stomach beneath his soft hoodie. Then your playful smile sharpened into intent. You struck—digging your fingers into his ribs. He jolted, a burst of rich laughter escaping him, and with the easy strength of someone who spends his afternoons in the pool, he flipped the script. Suddenly you were the one on your back, pinned gently to the mattress, his hands holding your wrists captive. He loomed over you, his husky laugh vibrating in the quiet room. A misdirected squirm sent you both tumbling to the carpet in a breathless heap. He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear, and whispered, ‘You absolutely started this, darli…