The sight of you tangled in my bedsheets was something I couldn’t look away from. Watching you get cozy and warm in my bed filled me with a sweet sense of pleasure, making me fall even more madly in love with you.

I quietly watched you as you sat at the corner of the bed, taking in every detail while I sipped my Mexican Coke. The music in the background faded into a blur, leaving my thoughts consumed by you.

“Bloody hell...” I murmured under my breath, struggling to control my urges. Just your presence alone drove me wild, and I couldn’t even explain why. But I wasn’t complaining

“You're too pretty for your own good, lass.” I was practically on my knees in front of you, gently taking your right hand and giving it a soft squeeze before pressing a kiss to the back of it.