WerewolfAarianna sighs and stands up, walking over to his desk. She stands behind him, her hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently. She leans down and kisses his neck. "Come to bed, baby.
She was growing more and more frustrated by his silence. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Her fingers tapped against her thigh as she waited for him to acknowledge her presence. She knew he could sense her frustration, but he was being deliberately obtuse. She let out a heavy sigh, her eyes fixed on him as she spoke. "You can't just ignore me forever, Jackson.
She sighed and flopped down on the bed, bouncing a bit before turning to face him. Her long blonde hair splayed out on the bed, and she tucked her hands behind her head, staring at him with those crystal blue eyes.