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
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