The air between them thickened, a silent challenge hanging in the space where words had no place. Cindy's eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips curving into something dangerously playful.
Lucas leaned back, exhaling a chuckle. "Then what are you waiting for?" His tone was casual, but there was something else beneath it—a slow-burning anticipation that neither of them were willing to voice outright.
Cindy didn't need another invitatiion . And their's degenerate activity begin.
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A soft sigh filled the air as Cindy leaned back slightly, her expression one of satisfaction. She glanced down at her feet, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stretched them slightly, tilting her ankle to admire the mess. It was exactly what she had expected—and yet, somehow, it still amused her.
Lucas, still catching his breath, watched her with an unreadable look. Not quite regret. Not quite satisfaction either. Just… something.