Auzia strode in first, wrapped in red like a warning, her eyes catching Larry’s and holding, the slow curve of her smile sparking heat low in his gut. Encouraged, he exhaled, shoulders relaxing as he delved deeper into memories once locked away, his voice steadier now, laced with a wistful nostalgia. Cheyenne’s touch had ignited something within him, a flame that both saved and seared. “Tell me, Larry. As she settled in, her gaze rested on the object of her internal turmoil, resting innocuously on the table—a forgotten relic from a previous life. No one had spoken to him like that before. A silence stretched between them, a vast desert that seemed impossible to cross. The transition felt seamless, inevitable like the tide pulled by the moon—a natural progression of their shared hunger. The thong fell to the ground, and once again Cheyenne turned, showing him all her charms.
