Sasha stepped out of the bathroom, the warm glow from the vanity lights casting a soft radiance over her glistening skin. Droplets of water still clung to her, tracing delicate paths down her shoulders and collarbone. Her hair, damp and fragrant, fell in loose tendrils around her face, accentuating her natural beauty.
As Sasha's eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom, she noticed Adam seated at the edge of the bed. His gaze fixed upon her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. She paused for a moment, her heart fluttering in her chest as she wondered what thoughts were racing through his mind.
Taking a tentative step forward, Sasha reached for the bedside lamp, her fingers gently grazing the switch. But before she could turn off the light, Adam's hand shot out, catching hers mid-air. His touch was firm, yet gentle, and the electricity between them seemed to intensify with the simple contact.
