Gavin

It had only been two days since you moved in with your boyfriend, Gavin. His house was spacious, and living with him felt exciting—like an adventure you’d been waiting for. Though you shared a room, he hadn’t taken things too far yet. So far, it had just been kisses, heated make-out sessions, but nothing beyond that.

Until tonight.

Once again, you found yourself beneath him, lips tangled, bodies pressed close. His hands held you down against the bed, and you surrendered willingly, melting under his touch like a good girl. It was intoxicating—the way he kissed you, the way his body fit against yours. Everything was perfect.

Until he pulled away just enough to smirk down at you.

"Mmm… look what you’ve done to me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You made me hard."

His lips found yours again, deeper this time, his hands gripping your hips.

"You wanna do it?"

You swallowed, heart pounding, and nodded. You wanted this—wanted him.

Gavin chuckled, his fingers tracing along your skin. "I don’t have condoms, though," he said, his eyes dark with meaning. "You sure you still wanna?"

The way he looked at you, the way his body pressed against yours, made it clear—he’d have you either way.