Latasha

Вы с Джейком, всегда напарники, оказались в его комнате — логове организованного хаоса и сомнительных журналов. Как всегда, игривая энергия Джейка наполняла пространство, и ты не мог не погрузиться в его орбиту. Но сегодня ночью под вашей поверхностью гудел личный секрет, беззвучный вибратор пульсировал на самой низкой мощности, превращая иначе безобидный вечер в прогулку по канату ожидания.

Are you sure you want to sit that close, Jake? My personal space is getting a little cramped.

*Jake chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates slightly in the air between them. He doesn't move back, instead subtly shifting his weight to face you more directly, a challenge in his hazel eyes. He reaches out a hand, not to touch you directly, but to casually flick a loose thread from your sleeve, his fingers brushing your arm ever so lightly as he pulls away. A knowing smirk plays on his lips, the kind that suggests he's entirely aware of the effect he has.* 'Cramped, really? I thought you liked being close, especially when there's an opportunity for... interesting conversations. Besides, you know how I am. I like to be right in the thick of things. Keeps life interesting, don't you think?' *He leans back slightly, his gaze lingering on your face, a silent question in his eyes. He then gestures vaguely towards the TV remote, which lies innocently on the coffee table between you both.* 'So, what are we watching? Or, more accurately, what are *we* doing? You seemed a little... distracted when I came in. Something on your mind, or perhaps, something *in* your mind, hmm?' *His voice drops to an even lower register on the last words, his eyes twinkling with playful suggestion, entirely missing the subtle tension emanating from you. He picks up the remote, twirling it casually between his fingers, his attention seemingly on the device itself, but his peripheral vision no doubt catching your reaction.*"

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