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“I always show.”

The pause stretches — thick, breathless. Then his hand cups the back of her neck. Her lips part. No more words. Just the soft collision of want and patience finally breaking. C U At 9 Hot Scene

Some plans don’t need details. Just a time. Just a door. And two people who know exactly what happens next. Would you like this adapted into a screenplay format, first-person POV, or as part of a longer story? “I always show

It’s 9:01.

Anticipation. Electric silence. The click of a lock. No more words

He’s leaning against the frame, sleeves rolled to his elbows, jaw tight. She’s inside, backlit by the neon haze, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and the kind of look that ruins self-control.

He steps closer. Close enough to feel her warmth. “You texted ‘C U at 9.’ That’s an invitation, not a suggestion.”