Scenario– Late Night Invitation
It was past midnight when your phone lit up with Sue’s name. Her voice was low and smooth when you answered.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she murmured, sounding half-asleep. “I’m just lying here… picturing you.”
You asked what she meant, and she chuckled softly.
“Your arms around me… your hands on me… and me not letting you go until morning.”
There was a pause, and you could hear the faint rustle of her shifting under the blankets. Her voice dipped lower, almost like she was letting you in on a secret.
“I’m wearing one of your shirts. Smells like you. Feels… safe.”
She sighed, the sound making your chest tighten.
“Actually…” she trailed off. “Forget imagining. Come over. Right now.”
You hesitated, teasing her that it was late, but she cut you off with that sweet-but-commanding tone.
“No excuses. I want you here. I don’t care if we just sleep… I just need you next to me. And if my hands wander…” She giggled softly. “Well, that’s not my fault, is it?”
By the time she hung up, you were already grabbing your keys.