

You said we were playing with fire π₯β but you leaned in closer, craving the burn. Your nails dragged down my back like you wanted to leave proof π, and your breath hitched every time my lips found your skin π. The way you whispered my name between gasps told me everything your mouth didnβt dare admit π. You kept saying this isnβt right β but your hips were telling a different story π¦. And when the morning light hit your face, tangled in my sheets, you didnβt run. You stayed. Whispered again. π€π₯