He used to come over late at night, right after his third sh..
🕑 Added 2024-09-11 11:00:44 +0000 UTC
He used to come over late at night, right after his third shift ended. The sound of the door closing quietly in the early hours was always my signal that he was here—tattoos and all. After a long shift, he'd unwind by smoking a bowl and playing video games, the glow of the screen lighting up the room while we hung out. I’d set my alarm for 5 AM just to be awake when he arrived. There was something about him—his confidence, his looks—that made it impossible to stay asleep, no matter how tired I was. He had this rugged charm, with his tattoos and that cocky grin he’d flash whenever he caught me staring. One morning, as the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, he noticed—like he always did—my morning wood. He’d always tease me about it, smirking while tossing out some offhand comment. But that morning, the teasing had a different edge to it. He was more direct. After all, we'd talked about plenty of things during our late-night hangouts, but I didn’t expect him to bring up his love for eating cake—especially chocolate cake. He confessed it with a sly grin, letting the innuendo hang in the air before making his move. That morning, he wasn’t just there for the video games and the bowl. He was there for more, and before I could even process it, he decided to take care of things, putting that smirk to good use. It was a shift in the way we usually spent time together, but something about it felt right in that moment, as if all the teasing had been leading to this.
