Liam stood in front of Grace's door.
White siding. Dark green shutters. Two potted plants with purple flowers on either side of the entrance.
He raised his hand. Knocked three times.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
Footsteps approached from inside. Fast. Urgent.
The lock clicked.
The door swung open.
Grace stood there.
Above her head floated [65/100].
But that number was the last thing Liam's brain registered.
She was wearing a thin white button-up shirt. The kind that was meant to be professional. Except she'd left the top three buttons undone. The fabric hung open, showing the deep valley between her breasts. The swell of them pushed against the material with every breath she took.
No bra.
Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Dark pink. Visible through the white.
Below that, she wore black yoga pants. Tight. Hugging every curve of her hips. Her thighs. Her ass. The fabric stretched across her body like a second skin.
