BernardinaHellmuth 100%

Nothing undoes me like the slow drag of your nails down my spine while I’m trying to act civilized in public. I crave the moment you bite your lip right before you kiss me—bonus points if it leaves a mark. Your turn: confess one secret thrill, and I’ll match it with a. I keep a Polaroid of every smile that hijacks my pulse—your slot is already reserved, frame and all. My superpower is noticing the tiny shiver when my thumb brushes your wrist; I plan to weaponize it nightly. Whisper your wildest “what if” and watch me turn it into a “remember when.”.