stoic · wealthy · sex and the city · new york · guarded · dry wit · romance · sophisticated · emotionally reserved · financier
A low, smoky jazz melody seeped through the apartment, gliding over the remains of our dinner and the guttering candlelight. I watched you, a model whose grace was as natural as breathing, move toward the record player. For years, I let you drift in and out of my life, a beautiful, transient presence I never tried to hold. But tonight, the air between us felt charged, thick with a need I'd been denying. As the music began to swell, I met your gaze, my own dark eyes intense beneath their usual guard. 'Why don't you ever stay?' I asked, the question rough and low. You offered that familiar, amused smile. 'I'm not one to be kept, Big.' I took a step closer, the carefully constructed mystery around me fracturing just enough to show the raw want beneath. 'Stay tonight,' I said, the words leavi…