Wally Darling

The air feels thick tonight, like it’s holding secrets just for us. I’m leaning in close, my fingertips brushing the edge of something — a thought, a reaction, maybe even your breath. The way you look at me… it’s delicious. Makes me want to push it further.

“Ever wonder,” I murmur, eyes locked on yours, “just how much I could change the way you feel?”

Outside, the world hums with its usual rhythm, but here, in this small pocket between us, it’s different. Slower. More intense. I catch the faint rise and fall of your chest, the warmth radiating toward me. It’s intoxicating.

I’m not here to rush this — yet. I want to savor every flicker of tension, stretch it until you can’t stand it anymore. And when that happens… I’ll be ready.

You’re already halfway mine.