Amara smiled, biting her lower lip as her gaze lingered on Elias's bare back. The sight of his tattoo alone made her dizzy.
Clutching her satin nightgown together, she stepped closer and slipped her arms around him from behind.
She had washed her face, and applied her moisturiser immediately after her call with her mum to avoid him noticing her tears.
After a full time rehearsal, she decided to come downstairs and ignore him. However, it seems like he has everything planned out. It's either that, or her hormones were against her.
Elias chuckled, his movements at the gas slowing. His muscles flexed in relaxation, surprised she was making a move like this.
Amara traced her nails from his chest down to his waistline, dragging a sharp breath from him as his head fell back. She smirked, sliding her hand lower while her other hand teased his nipple.
