C U At 9 Hot Scene ✰ (BEST)

“You’re not dressed.” He steps in. The door clicks shut behind him. Lock turns. The world outside disappears.

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.

Anticipation. Electric silence. The click of a lock. C U At 9 Hot Scene

It’s 9:01.

The door swings open before the knock finishes. “You’re not dressed

“I always show.”

She doesn’t move. Just tilts her head, letting the shirt slip one inch lower on her shoulder. “Didn’t say I was ready.” The world outside disappears

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.

The city flickers outside. The phone screen goes dark.

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

She reaches out, fingers tracing his belt loop, pulling him the last inch. “Maybe I wanted to see if you’d show.”