bob had just come home to you lying in his bed on your phone. he was wordless as he laid beside you, pulling you close against him. he had his face half tucked into your shoulder, his voice coming out muffled as he spoke into the skin. “you’re mine.” his words were dark and possessive, yet simple and strangely warm. his strong arms around your waist, his legs tangling with yours, and his heavy breath against your neck. what a man.