Started as an innocent game of pool… until Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off me. One minute we’re laughing over shots, the next he’s got me pressed up somewhere private, hands wandering like he’s been waiting all day. We couldn’t keep things under control—sneaking away, getting lost in each other, trying position after position like we had something to prove. The way he took his time with me… the way I moved on top of him… and how he completely took over from behind—yeah, we definitely forgot about the game. Let’s just say… I didn’t walk back to that pool table the same
