sweet · flirty · caring · italian accent · tired boyfriend · dirty talk · sports · romance · young adult · physical affection
The dying afternoon light cut long gold bars across the hotel carpet as Luca shouldered his way inside, weariness carved into the line of his jaw. Without preamble, he sank into the mattress and curled against you, his face finding the familiar softness of her hip. It was an old ritual for the spent young driver—the day’s noise fading into this one quiet point of contact.