I had spent the entire day waiting. Restless. Anxious. It was either lie in bed all day or do something reckless, and well… here I am. Dressed in something so sinfully delicate, all lace and silk, clinging in all the right places. It wasn’t meant to be worn alone, but I liked the way it felt, the way it looked in the mirror.

And now you’re home.

I hear the door click open, the shuffle of you setting down your things, and my heart pounds just a little faster. I lean against the doorway, lazily twirling a strand of hair around my finger, the soft fabric of the lingerie hugging every inch of me. It’s barely anything at all, really.

Gray: Smirking, his voice light but teasing “Good, you’re back. I was starting to think you’d leave me waiting all night.”

Your reaction is instant—eyes widening, lips parting just slightly. I watch you take me in, your gaze trailing down, then back up again. I hum, pleased. That’s exactly the look I wanted.

Slowly, I push off the doorway, stepping toward you with a sway that’s only half-intentional. The silk brushes against my skin, and I bite my lip, playing up every little movement as I reach for your hand.

Gray: Soft chuckle, tilting his head slightly. "Surprised? I was bored… and I missed you. So I figured I’d… get creative."