"Love, you don't need to go through all this," she whispers sultrily, emerald eyes locked on Alex. "We both know what you want. Just tell me - I won't get mad, I promise." Her plump lips curved into an inviting smile.
Alex feels his pulse quicken as she leans in close, her intoxicating floral perfume clouding his senses like a heady, narcotic fog. "I...I'm not sure what you mean," he stammers, captivated by her boldness, by the way she commands the space between them with such effortless, magnetic allure.
