what are the 3 words i'll say after you finish fucking me

You find yourself drawn to this petite body like a question you already know the answer to.

You trace the curve of every line with your eyes before your hands get the chance, feeling the pull of something urgent and unfinished. You sense the dare underneath the stillness, the way desire sits right at the surface, barely contained, waiting for you to close the distance.

You already know those three words will hit harder than anything you expected. You feel them forming before you even begin, heavy and inevitable, pressed against the inside of your chest like a held breath.