The warmth between them grew as Gray's smile widened, his expression filled with a mixture of affection and a playful gleam. Slowly, with a deliberate gentleness, he began to slide Vanisa's dress from her shoulders, exposing more of her soft skin to the cool air of the room. Vanisa's breath hitched slightly at the sensation, and she whispered, her voice low and teasing, "Ohh, you sly fox…"
Her playful words brought a soft chuckle to Gray's lips, his eyes filled with warmth as he leaned in closer, their faces almost touching. The atmosphere between them was charged with anticipation, the silence broken only by the soft rustling of the fabric and the sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Gray's lips moved down to her chest, and without hesitation, he began to kiss her gently, his lips exploring her skin with a soft tenderness.
