Chapter 16: Who’s this?
Late evening sun slanted through the windows, casting a warm amber glow across Lor's room.
Everything was in place.
His bedsheets were flat, the floor swept, and he'd dabbed on a trace of his best cologne—not too strong, just enough to feel like something was about to happen.
He ran a hand through his damp hair and glanced at the mirror.
Clean shirt. Relaxed posture. Smirk carefully calibrated.
She'll knock any second now.
He could already imagine Eva's thighs brushing together as she climbed the steps, skirt twitching with every movement.
He had no doubt she'd show up in something "casual" that left nothing to the imagination.
Her way of pretending she didn't care while her clothes said otherwise.
The knock came.
He grinned.