Lipstick and Hidden Fangs
Clinging to Julian D'Aurelius's arm, Bianca De Dominicis happily leaned against him and enjoyed the movement of the car as it rolled through Woodland's sunlit streets.
The city glimmered after rain.
Light slid across towers of glass.
The streets still held puddles bright as silver mirrors.
Inside the backseat, however, the atmosphere felt softer.
Closer.
Stillness followed.
Even Julian found himself enjoying the warmth pressing against his arm, the softness of Bianca's body against him.
What man didn't enjoy being embraced by a beautiful woman?
He was still pretending to look out the window, as if scenery held his full attention.
It did not.
Bianca lifted her chin, red eyes gleaming.
"I heard Woodland has the most beautiful camp nights outside the city," she said almost casually. "Moonlit lakes. Fireflies. Pine forests."
She leaned in.
"Can we go there after the meeting?"
Julian turned, mildly skeptical.
"A camp night?"
"With me."
