In the dim hallway of your apartment, you leaned against the wall as Jay pressed closer, his breath warm against your ear. The tension between you had been building for weeks, and now, it was about to unravel. His hand slid up your waist, teasing. "Tell me to stop," he whispered. You didn’t. Instead, you pulled him into a heated kiss, both of you fighting for control. Just as his hand slipped beneath your shirt, a loud knock echoed. He paused, eyes dark with desire. "Should we answer that?"