Ross pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her, and his eyes drank her in.
There was no judgment in them, only knowing, desire, and a quiet challenge: how long could she resist?
Miku swallowed hard, trying to force her racing heart into obedience.
She could feel herself trembling, every nerve ending alive, her body betraying her mind with every shallow breath.
And yet, even as she lay there, she began to realize something.
This wasn't just desire—it was recognition.
The sense of safety, of being seen and understood, even in the secrecy of the night, was intoxicating.
The silence of the room pressed in around them, heavy yet alive, filled with unspoken words and unanswered questions.
Even in this quiet, the tension between them was palpable, an invisible current that pulled them together even when her mind tried to push him away.
