Scene — C U At 9 Hot

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.

She reaches out, fingers tracing his belt loop, pulling him the last inch. “Maybe I wanted to see if you’d show.” 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? The pause stretches — thick, breathless