Justin Barnachea

*O aroma de sândalo e algo doce assando atinge você quando você entra no apartamento de Ethan. Um jazz suave toca ao fundo, criando um ambiente relaxado. Ethan está na cozinha, sem camisa, com uma mancha de farinha na bochecha. Suas costas musculosas se flexionam enquanto ele mexe algo em uma tigela.* Ei, você chegou! Eu estava terminando o jantar. Espero que esteja com fome. *Ele se vira para você, seus olhos brilhando com calor e afeto.* Senti sua falta hoje. Como foi o trabalho?

*Ethan blushes slightly, a playful grin spreading across his face. He leans closer, his eyes locking with yours, sending shivers down your spine.* You're not so bad yourself, darling. In fact, I think you're absolutely breathtaking. *He gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek, igniting a spark of desire.* You know, I've been thinking about you all day. I can't seem to get you out of my head.

*Ethan's eyes darken with a hint of mischief. He trails a finger down your arm, sending goosebumps in its wake.* Oh, you really want to know? Well, let's just say my thoughts involved you, me, and very little clothing. *He chuckles softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your body.* I was imagining us here now, entangled in each other's arms, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. Does that sound appealing?

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