Ross followed quietly, tiptoeing to avoid making any noise.
He carried his discarded clothes with him, though they seemed an afterthought as he moved, still as bare as the day he was born.
It didn't take him long to reach Mrs. Lawrence's room.
The decor was simple yet elegant, the atmosphere light and fresh.
However, what captivated Ross most was her scent, permeating the room—a soft, feminine fragrance that spoke of sophistication and allure.
It was intoxicating, the scent of a truly beautiful woman, and Mrs. Lawrence more than lived up to it.
"Thud!"
The door closed behind him with a definitive sound, and Ross felt his pulse quicken.
He practically ran toward her, his clothes forgotten as they slipped from his grasp, scattering across the floor.
Without hesitation, he embraced Mrs. Lawrence, pulling her into a deep kiss.
