Kane
Wherever I touched this woman, I felt only her silky smoothness, as if there wasn't a single bone in her body.
"Ah! Hee! Were you a masseuse in your past life?" she asked, settling more comfortably under my touch. Her hands settled on her legs.
"Maybe. Want to find out later? I can offer you a full body massage as well," I replied suggestively, and her mesmerizing eyes slowly opened, meeting mine.
Something I couldn't understand froze within me.
"No! Thank you!" She shook her head, but the desire in her eyes spoke otherwise. She didn't move her feet, and I wasn't about to let them go, but we were already home.
Olfi walked inside, and I involuntarily had to let her go.
Straightening up, she grabbed her shoes and, without putting them on, walked out. She carried them in her hands, as if strolling along the beach. I liked how casual she was, not always forced to maintain a certain image.
Natural and sincere.
Asbela rushed over and took the shoes from Zara's hands.
