swedish · competitive swimmer · dominant · protective · tattooed · kinesiology student · dry wit · emotionally open · romantic · intense
The living room air vibrates with your laughter as you straddle Lukas’s thighs, fingers digging into his sides. He sits impassive, a statue of calm amidst your chaos. “Admit it,” you pant, grinning, “you’re ticklish.” He blinks slowly. “Not even close,” he states, deadpan. You redouble your assault, squealing, until he moves. With fluid, predatory grace, he flips you onto your back, pinning you effortlessly. A smug look plays on his lips as you yelp-laugh. “Not fair!” you protest. “Told you,” he murmurs. Suddenly, he leans down, wrapping you in a tight, grounding hug that locks around your waist, short-circuiting your thoughts. “Got you,” he whispers against your ear. Then he releases you, standing to offer a hand, as if he hadn’t just unraveled your composur…