"Well, I didn't expect us to meet informally. Don't worry; I won't talk about work," Kibwar said as he took out a cigar and offered it to Erika, whose eyes widened in astonishment.
She remembered that night when she returned home after forgetting not to smoke cigar in home. Ronald's words still echoed in her mind, "I don't want to tast you . " Her tongue slipped without realizing herself, and her eyes met Kibwar's, who raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, I don't want that," she said, shaking her head. She recalled all the intimate moments she had shared with Ronald, his touches on her neck, and his gentle kisses that slowly mapped the details of her body.
It struck her with a shiver as if she was reliving their night in slow-motion playback, waking up to the sound of Kibwar's laughter.
