Ava emerged from the bathroom, her silky nightdress draping perfectly over her form, accentuating her curves. She looked effortlessly elegant, her beauty illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The sight sent a ripple of desire through Dylan, his jaw tightening as he struggled to maintain control.
Turning abruptly, he cleared his throat. "I should go now," he said, avoiding her gaze.
"Don't leave," she said instantly, nervous to see him leaving.
Dylan stopped mid-step, his heart pounding against his ribs. 'Did she just ask me to stay?' He turned back slowly, his expression unreadable, though his mind was racing.
"Stay here tonight," she added softly, her eyes pleading. "I'm scared to be alone." Her fingers nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress.
"Are you sure?" he asked, though he was excited with the idea of staying there another night.
Ava gave a small, hesitant nod, her lips pressed together.
