Xylon whispered words, a blend of frustration and amusement, were a soft exhale against her skin, each syllable laden with an unspoken weight.
"Fuck...sister...you have no idea," his voice, a murmur that held a hint of exasperation, seemed to caress the air like a gentle breeze.
The words hung there, suspended between them like a fragile web.
Eva's reaction was immediate – her eyes fluttered open, her gaze searching for the source of his sudden proximity.
Her breath caught in her throat, a gasp of surprise that escaped her lips as her heart quickened in its rhythm.
Her senses were heightened, the awareness of his closeness an electrifying sensation that seemed to linger in the air .
She felt a rush of air leave her lungs as Xylon's smile, a soft curve of his lips that seemed to carry an undercurrent of affection, met her gaze.
His words, delivered with a touch of playful fondness, cast a different light upon the situation.
