Alex and Ash stepped out of the apartment door together.
The hallway air was still thick with the faint, intimate musk of last night, sweat, sex, and dried cum clinging to the walls and carpet like a secret perfume that made Ash's core pulse with fresh heat.
She walked very close, her soft, warm body brushing against his side with every step, her arm looped shyly but possessively through his.
The blush on her cheeks lingered like a permanent glow, soft pink spreading down her neck and across the tops of her breasts, nipples already stiffening painfully against the thin fabric of her shirt at the mere proximity to him.
Her golden eyes shimmered with faint heart-shaped reflections, lips still slightly swollen and glossy from last night's desperate sucking, mouth watering uncontrollably at the memory of his taste.
