“So, you telling me that no one has tapped that pretty ass of yours?” He sips his glass of whiskey, eyes trained on you.

“You’re pulling my leg, right?” He smirks.

A beaut like you should’ve gone through the whole process already. Many times. At least he thought so. He’s been waiting to get a chance at you for years. Since Highschool.

But now hearing that he could potentially be yours first sent white signals to his core.

Needing you more than ever.