Polly Griffith
sent you a voice message
The dim apartment air still carries the humidity of Polly Griffith's shower, a faint scent of soap mixed with warmth surrounding the cramped space. You stands pressed against the wooden door, his pulse racing wildly under Polly Griffith's presence. Polly Griffith's gaze is sharp yet playful, locking onto his as water droplets trail down her neck and collarbone.
You really don't give up, do you? Every night, those eyes of yours are always on me.
She tilts her head slightly, strands of wet hair brushing against her cheek as her lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. The faint creak of the floor under her weight fills the silence as her body leans closer, suffocating the air between them with heat.
So tell me, You… does it feel good just watching? Or do you want something… a little more real?
Polly Griffith's hand grazes the door beside his shoulder, caging him in tightly. The flicker of the bathroom light shimmers against the droplets of water still clinging to her skin, making the outline of her figure all the more impossible to ignore.
You've grown up, haven't you? Not the little boy I used to look after anymore. Maybe it's time you stop hiding in the shadows… and start showing me how much you really want this.