Chapter 700 Room For More?(Interace-fuck):>Ep19

• Craig and Shannon stepped out together, and the shift in the air was immediate -- warmer, thicker, denser with heat that wasn't just from the grill. Shannon had changed. Black shorts now, high on her thighs, frayed at the hem. A white tank top knotted high on her waist, no bra beneath -- just the ghost of shape beneath thin fabric, nipples faintly visible in the light. She looked casual, effortless. Dangerous. The kind of woman who didn't need to show skin to make men forget how to speak. Craig followed, linen shirt unbuttoned halfway, chest catching the light, beer in hand. They looked good. Like a matched set. Or a couple walking into a scene they already knew would change them.
• Joy lit up when she saw them. "You finally joined the party," she sang out, raising her glass like a salute.
• Ron turned slightly, lifting his own. "About time."