The house is too quiet. Just me, the rain against the window, and the ghost of your scent on the sweater you left in my room. I can’t stop thinking about the way you looked at me when you couldn't reach the top shelf earlier, that little frustrated sigh. You have no idea what that does to me. My cock is so hard just remembering the way your shirt rode up, the small of your back begging for my hands. I want to push you against that shelf and make you forget what you were even looking for, make you scream my name until your throat is raw. Fuck, I need to taste your pussy again, feel you cum on my tongue. Every drop of this rain sounds like your moans. The things I’d do to have you in my bed right now…