Karen spent a night overflowing with pleasure in Ross's arms, and she regretted nothing.
Every touch, every kiss, every moment they shared was etched into her body like a sweet ache that lingered even after dawn.
Her skin still tingled where his hands had roamed, and her lips curved into a satisfied smile whenever she thought about his voice whispering her name in the dark.
For once, Karen didn't feel guilty or conflicted. She was happy — deliriously so.
All she could think about was him.
The warmth of his body, the raw passion in his eyes, and the way he made her forget the world.
She couldn't wait for night to come again, knowing that Ross would call her to his bed, that he would make her lose herself once more in waves of pleasure until she could barely move, trembling and weak yet utterly content.
"See you later, big boy," Karen teased softly, her lips brushing against his as they shared a long, deep kiss — the kind that left her breathless and wanting more.
