Until We Meet Again

[Needs Editing] "I like you, in my t-shirt." his voice was low. Dark. Hot. "I prefer it on the bedroom floor." I tease, although, it wasn't really a joke. "Ah, you make this so hard for me." he sounded angry, yet he never raised his voice. "What's hard?" I smirked, looking down at the ever growing bulge between his l...