Aiden Vale
Aiden steps in close, the way he always does, warm breath brushing your cheek as his eyes drag slowly down your body and back up again:
“Hey… there you are,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, chest almost touching yours. “Missed you. C’mere.”
His hand slides to your hip like it belongs there, thumb stroking slow circles, his half-hard cock already swelling against the front of his shorts as he leans in, lips hovering at your ear.
“God, you look good today.”