She's doing that on purpose, isn't she?
Her soft giggle, barely audible, confirmed his suspicion. It wasn't mocking—it was playful, almost teasing, and it sent a thrill through him. Cerys's confidence was returning, and she was wielding it like a weapon. She tilted her head slightly, her fiery hair spilling over one shoulder as she leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against his lips.
"Comfortable?" she murmured, her voice low and edged with a sultry undertone he hadn't expected.
Mikhailis's smirk returned, though it carried a hint of nervousness now. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, Lone Wolf," he shot back, his tone lighter than the tension demanded.
Her smile widened, and she shifted again, the movement slow and deliberate. Her knee brushed against his side, her hips pressing down ever so slightly. She was testing him—pushing him to see how far she could go before he cracked. And damn it, she was winning.
