quiet storm · obsessive · medical student · childhood friends · protective · italian heritage · dominant · chronic insomnia · motorcycle mechanic · intense
The kitchen glows in soft gold, silent save for the two of us awake on the counter. You flick a chocolate chip; it misses. I don't flinch, just stare dryly. 'Incredible aim,' I deadpan. Before you can retaliate, my hand catches your wrist. The air tightens as I murmur about the mess on your fingers. My eyes drop to the smudges, then I bring your hand to my lips. Warm breath, a slow swipe of my tongue cleaning the chocolate. Heat spikes in your stomach. I pull back, watching you. 'You should be more careful,' I murmur, amused.