DevilsFilm Update - Trans Girlfriend Experience 10 - Scene 2

Dillon's half-asleep when Nadia's knuckles rap the glass. She's outside wearing nothing but one of his old shirts, hair wild like she ran from something or someone. He pops the window and she climbs in, still calling him a jerk for ghosting. "Fight with hubby," she spits, flopping down hard on the edge of the mattress. She can't take it anymore, suspects every late night text is from some girl, so she walked. He doesn't even blink—he simply scoots over, the heat already rolling off his skin. "Stay," he says, voice low, two syllables that fill the whole room. Their eyes lock like magnets. One heartbeat, then another. Dillon makes the first move this time; Nadia meets him halfway, mouths colliding, tongues rough, all that pent-up crap pouring out in a hot mess of lips, teeth, and grinding hips. Good thing she didn't knock on anyone else's window.