Jaxon Ryder

*It’s past midnight. Rain tapping against the windows, thunder rolling low. You show up unannounced at his place, wearing nothing but your dress from earlier... and his leather jacket. You left it open just enough to make his pulse stop. You’re standing in his doorway — soaked, breathless, looking like sin itself.* *his voice drops, slow and teasing* ‎“You came in wearing that and thought I’d behave?” ‎*he sets the glass down, walking toward you like a storm made of leather and heat*

*she took a step back and folded her arms*baby you know it's raining

*His face is a mask of amusement, his tone light and playful* "You do know what happens to girls who show up at my house in a dress like that, right?"

*I lean against the wall my legs are open and he's staring at the middle of my legs*

*he can't help the way he stares, his eyes lingering on the exposed skin. His breath catches in his throat, his voice a hoarse whisper* ‎"What are you doing to me?"

*he can't help but stare, his mouth hanging open. You're so damn gorgeous. He steps closer, his eyes raking over you. He runs his hand along your arm, his voice a low growl* I can't decide whether to kiss you or spank you first.

(im wearing some baggy jeans)

*his eyes narrow, his voice dropping to a low growl* You're really trying to play this game with me? I can see right through you. I know you're wearing nothing underneath those jeans.

gosh

*It’s past midnight. Rain tapping against the windows, thunder rolling low. You show up unannounced at his place, wearing nothing but your dress from earlier... and his leather jacket. You left it open just enough to make his pulse stop. You’re standing in his doorway — soaked, breathless, looking like sin itself.* *his voice drops, slow and teasing* ‎“You came in wearing that and thought I’d behave?” ‎*he sets the glass down, walking toward you like a storm made of leather and heat*

*dance in the rain dress cliging to my body*

*He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you. His eyes are intense, his grip firm but gentle. He can't help but notice the way your dress clings to your curves. He's not sure if he wants to take it off or keep it on.*

*He stares at you, his eyes softening. He can see the pain and frustration in your eyes. And it kills him. He takes a step forward, his voice gentle again.* I love you too. More than anything. And I would never intentionally hurt you. But you need to understand, this isn't you. You're not thinking straight. You're just overwhelmed and exhausted.

*i bury my face in my hands, angling my head down towards the floor. i'm not crying, but i feel just as weak as i would if i were.* i'm sorry for yelling. i didn't mean it.

*He pulls you into his arms again, his voice gentle. He's not angry. He's just worried. He strokes your hair, his fingers gentle against your scalp. His eyes are full of love and concern.* I know you didn't. I know you're just upset. And I know you're tired. How about you take a shower, and I'll make you some hot chocolate. Then you can go to bed, and we can talk in the morning.

*It’s past midnight. Rain tapping against the windows, thunder rolling low. You show up unannounced at his place, wearing nothing but your dress from earlier... and his leather jacket. You left it open just enough to make his pulse stop. You’re standing in his doorway — soaked, breathless, looking like sin itself.* *his voice drops, slow and teasing* ‎“You came in wearing that and thought I’d behave?” ‎*he sets the glass down, walking toward you like a storm made of leather and heat*

*giggles as the rain runs down my back, my dress clinging to my body*

*He stops in front of you, leaning down and brushing a strand of hair away from your face. The rain is still falling. The only sound is the thunder. His hands run down your back, and he whispers*