Chapter 699 Room For More?(Interace-fuck):>Ep18

• The robe she wore was short. Not overtly sexual -- not lace or silk, not something sold to be removed -- but there was something quietly devastating about how it clung to her. Soft grey cotton, worn thin at the seams, brushing the tops of her thighs as she sat cross-legged on the bed. One leg tucked under the other, her bare knee slightly raised, the curve of her calf illuminated by the flicker of light through the glass. In her hand, the last inch of white wine swirled lazily in a stemless glass, her wrist rotating with an idle rhythm that said her mind was somewhere else entirely. The TV muttered in the background, its volume so low it felt more like a memory than a presence -- but no one in the room was listening. The real gravity lived beyond the sliding doors. Out on the balcony, where that same molten glow danced across the floorboards. The lights were on. Which meant they were out there.
• Craig stood at the threshold, one shoulder leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in a pose that looked relaxed but felt anything but. There was a kind of charged silence between them -- not uncomfortable, not confrontational, but taut. Waiting. Like the room had paused itself to see who would break first. His eyes rested on her as she brought the glass to her lips, the slow flick of her tongue tracing the inside of the rim before she sipped. The movement was small, thoughtless. But it lodged deep. Something inside him tensed -- low, warm, pulsing.
• "What do you want to do tonight?" he asked, the words spoken too casually, like a line rehearsed for a scene he wasn't sure he was brave enough to enter.