Glimmering plates catch the light. “What’s next?” she teases, leaning forward. Forks clatter as they abandon the meal, drawn into a feast of each other — flavors blending, inhibitions lost.
Glimmering plates catch the light. “What’s next?” she teases, leaning forward. Forks clatter as they abandon the meal, drawn into a feast of each other — flavors blending, inhibitions lost.