Play fighting Stories

I remember every detail of that night, the way our laughter faded into something heavier, the heat of Liam’s body beneath mine as we tumbled on the couch. Play fighting had always been our thing, but this time, the line between fun and something more blurred. I pinned him, straddling his hips, both of us breathless and flushed. He tried to break free, but I held him firm, my thighs locked around his waist. His wrists were...