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I wanna love you with the lights on

Keep you up all night long

Darling, I wanna see every inch of you

I get lost in the way you move

Lights On - Shawn Mendes

I open the bedroom door with Alexandra hanging from my waist, but she jumps off my lap before I can close it. Even though I’ve been in her room a few times, we’ve spent most of our time in the living room, and this is the first time my girl is in my space.

“Your room is beautiful,” she says, walking slowly, her eyes roaming over my vinyls, the collectibles on the shelf, the dark floor… I notice when she smiles at the band logo on the wall. It’s weird, intimate, beautiful… seeing her take up space in my world.

“I really like it here,” I comment, stopping next to her, my heart almost jumping out of my chest from the nerves.

“I want to pay attention to every little bit of it tomorrow…” she says, her voice full of anticipation and amusement.

“Exactly,” I touch her arms lightly, pulling them toward me. Alexandra smiles, and my right hand moves down to her waist. My left hand goes up to her neck, gently stroking the warm, soft skin. “Tomorrow I’ll show you every detail.” My fingers move slowly, and I think she notices the slight tremor when I touch her face. I lean over her body, hesitating for a second before she gets on her tiptoes and presses our lips together.

It’s an urgent kiss, but still full of care, as if the urgency isn’t in fulfilling the desire, but in not losing any detail of this moment. Our touches become more precise, and our bodies more aware of each other, and every time our tongues meet, a sigh escapes me.

I knew I needed her, I just didn’t know how much.

My hands wander slowly through her hair, down to her neck, and then along her back, as if I need to memorize every inch of her skin. I reach for the straps of her slip and gently slide them down her shoulders, watching the fabric glide smoothly down her arms, as if the air itself is helping with the goodbye. Alexandra bites her lip, maybe as nervous as I am, and the slip slides down to her feet, silent.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice a whisper, afraid of breaking the spell but needing to make sure.

Alexandra nods quickly, smiling softly.

“I’m... nervous,” she confesses, laughing quietly. “But there’s no other place I’d rather be right now.”

“Really?” I ask, and she nods, her eyes locked with mine. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured or do this because of our talk, I…” I try to say that I can wait if she changes her mind.

“Please, Anthony.” Her request silences me and I pull her into a kiss and lift her up, feeling her warm skin against mine.

I walk with Alexandra to the bed, carefully laying her down on the mattress.

Nervousness and anxiety linger with us as we sit next to each other, not quite sure what to do next, but we kiss with a deep breath, and my hand slides to her face, where she smiles in the kiss while her fingers touch my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

I hover above her body, and just like on stage and in the elevator, everything around us disappears. In this room, with the moonlight streaming through the window, there’s no room for haste, fear, or doubt.

It’s just the two of us.

“Anthony…” Her voice is soft, hoarse, but full of anticipation. “You, more than anyone, know how much I want you. How much I’ve longed to be under you…” she says, laughing softly, and I almost lose my composure. But her eyes, glowing with a mix of nervousness and desire, keep me steady. “I want you desperately. In a way that consumes me. That takes my breath away.”

“And why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming here…?”

Alexandra closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. When she looks back at me, the spark in her eyes isn’t just lust.

“Because today… I need it to be different.” Her hand touches my chest, just above my heart, with both affection and firmness. “I don’t want to just... be roughed up like dough,” she says nervously, making me laugh. “I want us to do something I’ve never done.”

I brace myself for some ridiculous request. Because, honestly, Alexandra ’s never been the type of woman to hesitate. She knows what she wants, what she likes, and she’s never been afraid to go after it. And if I have the chance to fulfill any wish from this woman, here, now, on my bed... there’s no way I’m saying no.

“Anything,” I say, my voice calmer than I expected. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

She looks at me with such tenderness, it melts me inside.

“I want you tomake love to me,” Alexandra asks, her voice soft but firm, and her eyes leave no room for doubt.

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