Draya
I pushed open my bedroom door, Chase’s hand in mine and my heart racing with what I had in mind.
“What kind of things?” he asked again, a grin on his face and his eyes glinting with curiosity as we stepped into my dimly lit room.
“You’ll see,” I repeated, my tone playful but firm.
I turned to him, my hands on his chest and gave him a shove toward the bed. “Sit.”
He raised a brow, clearly amused but obeyed, sitting on the edge of my bed, his shirtless torso still glistening from our earlier round. “Bossy again, huh?”
“You have no idea,” I said, smirking as I moved to my nightstand.
I pulled open the drawer, my fingers skipping past a few things before landing on the pair of blue-furred cuffs I kept for special occasions. I turned back to him, dangling them from one finger.
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