Chapter 113 The Fire

• She sat at the edge of the cot, back arched, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, the curve of her thigh revealed beneath her dress; the bulb pouring dim light over her like liquid gold. Her hair had been brushed to one side, cascading over one shoulder, leaving the other bare; her neck long and delicate, the skin there catching the light.
• The neckline of her dress had slipped lower than modesty would allow, the thin fabric draping loosely over her frame. One hand subtly lay on her bare thigh and the other gently stroking her hair. Her eyes were seductively dimmed as they lifted to meet his. Calm. Steady. Intentional.
• Her posture was relaxed, yet deliberate, back straight, chin tilted slightly, as if she were a queen awaiting her chosen knight.