Inolda's bold eyes rolled with a dramatic sweep, a silent retort to Alex's teasing about her attachment, her lips twitching but offering no words.
She lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, her pink curls splayed in a chaotic halo across the pillow, her vibrant tunic splayed open, exposing her sweat-slicked skin that shimmered under the silvery glow of the ceiling's crystal orb.
Her bare breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths, her body heavy with exhaustion, the haze of their intense session softening her usual fiery edge.
Alex's red eyes glinted with amusement, his lopsided smile widening as he propped himself on one elbow, the pillow crinkling beneath him, his body relaxed but buzzing with the afterglow.
He watched her, captivated by the steady rhythm of her breathing, the way her bold eyes stared upward, unfocused, lost in a sleepy stupor that stripped away her sharp demeanor, revealing a vulnerability that intrigued him.