He slowly steps towards me, unbuttoning the top of his shirt, allowing his tattoos, gold chain, and ridges of muscle to come into view. “This is a one-time thing,” I remind both him and myself as I stay frozen in place in the center of the room. His chest heaves in a silent laugh as he continues his slow stride. Another button comes undone. “Sounds fan-fucking-tastic.” “And we are never speaking of this after tonight.” “I wouldn’t dare.” Another step. Another button. “But what are you going to tell your coworkers when you can’t walk tomorrow?”
GYATTTT 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩
