What I’d Do If You Leaned Into Him

Because I want you wanting more.

Written for you, D. For the next time you read this alone.

If you leaned into him while I was watching, I’d let you.
I’d see the way your shoulder pressed against his chest, the way his arm slipped around your back.
I’d tell you to stay there. Not to move away.
I’d watch his hand travel down your side, slow, deliberate, until it found your hip.
And I’d smile — because you’d know every second was happening with my permission.
You’d still feel mine, even with his hand on you.

Because I want you wanting more.
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