Giving it time. Building trust.
And I’m down for that. Wholeheartedly.
Something shifts.
Something heavier than simple desire.
Oh. I’m definitely in trouble.
This is more than just a quick release.
And somehow it makes him even more desirable.
Someone whose attention has to be earned.
Someone who demands respect.
The intensity between us doesn’t fade.
If anything, it burns hotter.
But I respect the boundary Marco has drawn.
And I hold it.
God, I hold it, even though it sears into me.
Who knew that restraint could be so devastatingly seductive?
He stands in the doorway, gathering his thoughts.
“Sex is… personal. Intimate. More intense than just making out in a back room.”
Stepping closer, I offer my hand and he takes it.
Holding him gently, I vow to be good.
“It’sveryintimate,” I whisper. “And worth the wait.”
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Reaching toward a nearby shelf, I find a marker.
Pulling off the cap, I hold his arm in the palm of my hand.
The tip of my pen moves across bare skin.
Marco looks down at his wrist.
“I thought I had your number already?”
“You have my work number,” I shrug. “But this is how to find me if you'd like to get to know me… as just Amos.”
His smile is shy.
Neither of us seem ready to let the night end.
We walk hand in hand down the hallway toward the front of the studio.
