The door slid open before Zaeryn even reached it, spilling warm light and a wave of overlapping conversations onto the pathway.
Ingrid stood there, a welcoming smile replacing the sharp challenge from earlier.
She'd changed out of her uniform into something softer, a low-cut top that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination, and comfortable pants that accentuated her full hips. Her yellow hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders, framing her captivating blue-gray eyes that seemed to pierce the night.
It made her look less like a storm cloud and more enticing.
"Hey, you made it," Ingrid greeted, stepping forward to wrap him in a hug. Zaeryn froze for a second as he didn't expect the hug, however what made him freeze a little really was that she was wearing no bra and when she hugged him, he could feel her big, soft breasts squishing against his chest.
Her nipples, hard points through the thin fabric of her top, pressed into him.
