Proof That Good Things Don’t Always Come to Those Who Wait 😏

There’s a certain kind of hunger that doesn’t fade until I feel the heat of your skin inches away from mine, pulling the air right out of the room. Every breath becomes a dare as the space between us disappears, trading whispers for the kind of silence that only happens when we’re both too distracted to speak. Tonight, I’m not looking for a conversation—I’m looking to see exactly how long it takes for you to lose your composure.