So Close It Burns

Ryden. An idea that's been flirting with me all day. Ends a bit different that I planned, but, hey, I haven't slept and it's 7 am.

Inspired by the picture to your right.

And it’s sick, the way I want it. The way my entire body heats up when you’re around. And when you lean, lean down to whisper something in my ear, wrap your arm around me, let your fingers dance on my hip bone. I burn.

One-shot. 979 words.