You’re laying in bed with Joel, his leg thrown over your hips underneath silk covers. He had just made love to you and jesus was he good.

You lay staring at the ceiling, his nose nudging bc against your shoulder softly. “How much is this apartment?” You ask “12million” he mutters into the softness of your skin, and arm slipping under your waist and turning you into him as the other comes to keep you held in place