the faint scent of soap and her perfume still hanging in the air. When he finally lay back, the soft mattress welcomed him with quiet warmth. He exhaled, a low, contented sigh escaping his lips as his eyes drifted to the dim light seeping through the window. The night felt still, almost sacred with the faint whisper of the wind brushing through the curtains.
Moments later, the sound of water droplets against the wooden floor broke the silence. Selene stepped out from the bath, half-dressed, her skin glistening beneath the silver light. Every curve of her body caught the moon's reflection.. soft, flawless, dangerously inviting. She moved toward the bed with that teasing grace of hers.
"Well, I guess you sure won, Eran," she murmured, voice low and sultry, her half-lidded eyes glinting as they met his.
He only smiled calmly, watching her every movement with quiet admiration.
"I feel sleepy right now," she said in a whisper, her tone softening. "I just want to feel warm…"
