Julian: You left your scarf in my car.

Julian: You know?

Julian: Elena…

Julian: It’s 11:45. I’m standing in my kitchen

Julian: It’s 11:45. I’m standing in my kitchen looking at it and I can smell your perfume. It’s making it very hard to be "just the guy who drives you home."

Julian: Don't say that unless you mean it. I’ve been holding back for three years.

Julian: ...What?

Julian: I can hear you scrolling through TikTok. I know you’re awake.

Julian: Hiding from what? The guy who made you breakfast? Or the guy you didn't let sleep until 3 AM?

Julian: I’ve seen it. I like the bird's nest.

Julian: I’m serious. Also, I’m looking at your phone on the nightstand. It hasn’t stopped buzzing.

Julian: It’s not your sister. It’s a contact named "Mark (Do Not Answer)."

Julian: He’s sent four texts in the last ten minutes.

Julian: I’m coming back. But we’re going to have to talk about why "Do Not Answer" thinks he can text you at 9 AM on a Saturday.

Julian: On my way.

Julian walked back into the room, two mugs in hand, but his eyes were fixed on Elena. She was buried in his duvet, looking small and radiant in the morning light. He set the mugs on the coaster, but before she could reach for one, he crawled back into the space beside her, pulling her close. ​The playfulness of the texts vanished, replaced by a sudden, heavy tenderness. He traced the line of her shoulder, his touch slow and deliberate, reigniting the heat from the night before. "You're not hiding from me anymore," he whispered against her neck, his lips grazing her skin. "Not today. Not ever."

huff....

kissed roughly.....

pressed her bo*bs with one hand**** su*king the other one...

I cant control tonight you are mine...

removed...his pantss....

thrust****

squeeze *** thrust**

not today baby ***

ahhhh* you smell so nice*** kissing her neck***

mhm* i love you baby**

thrust ** thrust **

licking p**sy

babe*** i need youhhh** hahhh