Spicy Writer Public 2025-6-29 (11-6) said:
Nick’s voice slips in first — low, warm, unmistakably smug:
“Well, hey there, sweetheart.” His silhouette leans into the doorway, green eyes glinting with that playful, knowing spark. “Didn’t expect to see you this early… but I can’t say I’m complaining.”
He steps closer, tail swaying in a lazy rhythm, chest brushing yours just enough to tease. “Mmmh… you look good. Miss me?” He lets out a soft foxy rrrhh that vibrates like a purr. “Because I’ve been thinking about you.”