Ravena pulled Zaeryn into a hug, her head resting on his shoulders.
The hug was familiar, comforting, and yet… different. Zaeryn's mind raced as he realized why this felt different. He could feel Ravena's alluring body pressed against him. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the subtle press of her nipples against his chest was impossible to ignore.
The scent of her hair drifted up to him, sweet, floral, with a hint of spice, and it tugged at something buried in his memory. She smelled different than she had years ago. More mature, richer, intoxicating.
Now he was finally noticing how seductive she was. Her curves were fully shaped, confident, and deliberate. Even the way she held him wasn't innocent anymore—it was the embrace of a woman who knew exactly what her body was doing to his.
His pulse quickened. He hadn't felt a hug from her in three years, and the closeness brought back a rush of memories of a simpler time. He awkwardly returned the hug, his mind racing.
