53. Voltsburner

Cara took a cautious step back, her heart pounding. The magnetism between them was undeniable, but she couldn't help questioning her own feelings. Was it genuine attraction, or the adrenaline of nearly dying combined with Joana being her savior?

Her thoughts faltered as Joana casually shrugged off her black leather jacket, revealing a fitted long-sleeve white shirt that accentuated her curves and framed her ample cleavage. The subtle movement left Cara breathless, her resolve wavering.

Joana walked to a nearby shelf and grabbed a bottle of liquor, the sound of the cap twisting open echoing in the room. She poured the golden liquid into two glasses and extended one to Cara. "I'll bet you've never had a drink this exquisite before," Joana said, her tone teasing.