Description
We have rules when we hook up, to avoid this exact situation.
No lights. No names. No talking. No strings at all. Nothing but skin, sweat, and slow satisfaction. The one part of my life left I’m not someone’s audio engineer, or struggling dad, or disappointment of an ex-husband; I can just be me. Until he walks into my recording studio, eyes flashing like he’s singing right to me with that voice full of shadows and smoke. ls he?
Does he know?
It is intended for mature audiences.
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