
07/22/2025
Heat Between Us
The club’s pulse throbbed through the floor, vibrating up my legs as I leaned against the bar. He was across the room—tall, sharp jawline, eyes like they saw straight through my bravado. A teasing smirk curled his lips.
He didn’t look away when I caught him staring. Instead, he lifted his drink in a slow, deliberate toast, eyes locked on mine. The air thickened. A dare, a promise, a challenge.
I took a sip of my own drink, letting my tongue linger against the glass. His smirk deepened.
A brush of heat ghosted over my shoulder before I even heard him move. “You’re taking your time,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear.
I turned to him, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath. “I like a slow burn,” I said, tilting my head.
He hummed, fingers brushing my wrist—just a whisper of contact, but enough to make my pulse stutter. “Then let’s see how long you can take the heat.”