The Real Attraction Equation (Don/Amita)
This is how I trick emmademarais into writing Don/Amita, y'all. Comment porn!
It's dark when she wakes up. She lies there for a minute, listening, and hears her front door close, the quiet jingle of keys dropping into a pocket. Footsteps towards her bedroom, then a pause. He switches directions, heads into the kitchen, and she laughs softly.
It's dark when she wakes up. She lies there for a minute, listening, and hears her front door close, the quiet jingle of keys dropping into a pocket. Footsteps towards her bedroom, then a pause. He switches directions, heads into the kitchen, and she laughs softly.