

He was lying on the bed, propped up with pillows, completely absorbed in whatever he was working on. His laptop rested on his thighs, fingers tapping away on the keyboard like he didn’t even notice I had entered the room.
I walked in quietly, pretending not to want attention—but hoping he’d look up.
When he didn’t, I sat beside him, letting my hand casually brush against his. “You’ve been working forever,” I said with a playful pout. “Don’t you think it’s time for a little break?”
He looked over, finally catching the glint in my eye—and the curve of a sly smile.
“What kind of break?” he asked, voice already softer.
I leaned in and whispered, “The kind that doesn’t involve your laptop.”
The screen was forgotten within seconds. And soon, the only thing heating up the room was us.
Part Two coming soon… ❤️🔥