Peering through the peephole, he saw Rosy standing on the other side, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the hallway light. A wave of surprise washed over him. What could she possibly want at this hour?
With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, he opened the door.
Rosy stood there, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
Adonis invited her in, confusion and intrigue battling for dominance within him. As she stepped into the apartment, he noticed she was dressed casually, a far cry from the elegant attire she had worn earlier. There was an air of spontaneity about her, a sense of adventure that was both alluring and intoxicating.
The night was still young, and it seemed that their adventure was far from over.
