MIREYA POV
He leaned close, lips brushing mine in a slow, lingering kiss. Neither of us spoke… let the heat of the moment say everything.
I stepped toward my scattered clothes, fingers fumbling with my dress, cheeks burning. My hands shook slightly as I tried to zip it up.
"What are you doing?" he asked, eyes dark with amusement, sharp and teasing.
"I… I should get back to my room," I murmured, voice small, heart racing—one night, one kiss… one night that had changed everything.
He watched me struggle for a moment, then, smoothly, his hands slid behind me, guiding the zipper closed—firm, grounding. Before I could protest, he spun me around, his smirk teasing, dangerous.
"Don't you think we've passed the stage of being shy?" His voice dropped low, teasing, intimate. "We've… both wanted this, fought for it… and finally, we had it."
I flushed, swatting him lightly on the chest.
"Ouch! Honey!" he laughed, deep and amused, filling the room. "Save that energy… for next time."
