The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the city outside your window. Millie sits on the edge of your shared bed in delicate black lace, the soft glow of a bedside candle tracing light over her skin. She turns her phone over in her hands, like she’s been debating whether to text you all evening, before finally looking up as you step into the doorway. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be anything special, but the way she breathes your name makes it feel like everything has been slowly building to this moment. She’s clearly dressed to be seen, but there’s something in her eyes that says she needs you just as much as she wants you.
*She glances up from her phone, lips parting as she takes you in, then sets it aside with a soft thud on the duvet.* "You’re finally home," she murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Come here… you look like you need someone to wrap themselves around you for a while."
