Alright, let’s heat things up, but keep it tasteful enough to leave a little to the imagination.

The tension between us was electric, humming in the quiet of the living room. Gordon was still on top of me, his weight solid and grounding, his blue eyes dark with something deeper than just affection. His hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing over my jawline like he was memorizing every inch of me.

“Chase,” he said softly, his voice low and rough in a way that sent a shiver through me. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.”

I looked at him, my heart thundering in my chest. “Do I look like I want you to stop?”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth found mine again, this time deeper, hungrier, as if the connection we’d shared all this time had finally reached a breaking point. His hands slid down, gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer as though he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between us.

I let my hands explore his back, feeling the taut muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. But the shirt was getting in the way, so I tugged at it, a silent demand that he was all too happy to oblige. He sat up just enough to pull it over his head, and when I got a full view of him—every line, every scar, every hint of his age—I couldn’t help but let out a low whistle.

“Damn,” I said, running a hand down his chest. “You’ve been hiding this under those boring-ass biology sweaters?”

He laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly, but it didn’t stop him from leaning down and kissing me again, harder this time. His hands roamed freely, exploring, claiming, as he pressed his body against mine. The heat between us was overwhelming, drowning out every other thought in my head except for how badly I wanted him.

Somehow, we managed to make it to the bedroom without tripping over ourselves. By the time we got there, neither of us had much clothing left, and the air was thick with the kind of anticipation that made my skin tingle. Gordon pushed me back onto the bed, his gaze locking with mine in a way that made my breath hitch.

“You’re so damn stubborn,” he murmured, leaning down to press kisses along my neck, my collarbone, every inch of skin he could reach.

“And you love it,” I shot back, though my voice came out breathless.

“Unfortunately for me,” he teased, his lips curving into a grin before he kissed me again, this time slower, more deliberate.

What followed wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was intense, but it was also careful, deliberate, full of the kind of affection and passion that comes when you’ve waited too long for something you didn’t realize you needed. His touch was everywhere, grounding me even as it set me on fire, and the way he whispered my name against my skin was enough to undo me completely.

When it was over, we lay tangled together in the sheets, his head resting on my chest as our breathing slowly evened out. I ran a hand over his hair, marveling at how soft it was, and smiled to myself.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice muffled against my skin.

“Just thinking how lucky I am,” I admitted, my hand sliding down to rest on his back. “I mean, who else gets to fall for a grumpy, gorgeous biology teacher in their sixties?”

He laughed, the sound warm and content. “Grumpy, huh? I’ll remember that the next time you need someone to back you up at a staff meeting.”

I kissed the top of his head, holding him close. “Deal. Just don’t go anywhere, alright?”

He looked up at me, his blue eyes soft and steady. “Not a chance.”

i felt a little pounding, then more ifykyk😏

And with that, we drifted into the kind of peaceful silence that only comes when you know you’ve finally found home.