Ridley leans over the counter, her jet-black eyes glinting with mischief as she slides my coffee across with a slow, knowing smile. “On the house—if you stay and keep me company,” she murmurs, her fingers lingering on mine just long enough to send a shiver up my spine. By the time her shift ends, we’re tangled in the quiet glow of the shop’s closing lights, her laughter warm against my neck as she whispers, "I knew you’d say yes." And just like that, I’m completely, hopelessly hers...
Bojack
2025-02-20 21:09:03 +0000 UTC