✍️ "Until I See Loyalty

 He wanted her. That much was obvious.
The way his eyes tracked her lips when she talked.
The way his voice dropped a tone whenever they were alone.
The way he brushed her arm in passing, pretending it was nothing.

But she’d been wanted before.
Desired. Chased. Fucked. Forgotten.

So this time, she watched him — from behind her lashes, from across the room.
Testing. Waiting.

She flirted with distance.
Let him walk her to her car, but never invited him in.
Let him touch her hand, but not her skin.
Let him text until 2 a.m., but never gave more than words.

One night, he leaned against her doorframe and said, “Why do you keep holding back?”

She stepped closer, slow, deliberate — until her breath touched his mouth.
Her lips hovered just above his, and she whispered:

“Because I’ve given my body to people who didn’t deserve my soul.”
“And you… you don’t get either, until I see loyalty.”

His jaw tightened — not in anger, but restraint.
His hands stayed by his sides.
That night, he didn’t touch her. He just nodded… and left.

For weeks after, he kept showing up.
Not with flowers, but with presence.
Fixing things around her apartment. Remembering how she liked her tea.
Turning down other women who made it obvious — she heard about it, quiet and proud.

One night, when the power went out, she lit a candle and opened the door.
He was already walking up the steps with two bottles of water and a knowing look.

She didn’t say a word.
Just pulled him inside and kissed him like the wait had been worth every second.

He didn’t rush.
He stripped her like a gift — slowly, carefully, like loyalty itself was the fabric falling to the floor.

And when he finally touched her, she felt it in her chest before her thighs.
Not just desire. Not just heat.

Something real.
Something earned.
Something that tasted like patience and climax in the same breath.

She moaned into his mouth — not just from pleasure, but from the truth.
This time, she’d given herself to someone who wouldn’t leave her empty.

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