Ariana pushed a hand against Luiss's chest, gasping softly for air. Her lips were slightly swollen, her breath uneven. "I think—I think we should stop now."
Luiss looked at her, his dark eyes filled with reluctance. It was clear that he didn't want to stop, but he wasn't the type to force things either. With a controlled breath, he slowly pulled away, his body still radiating warmth. His fingers lingered at her waist for just a second longer before he finally let go.
She quickly turned, her heart pounding, and hurried to the closet to change into something more appropriate. Behind her, Luiss exhaled, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair before leaning back against the couch. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in the air between them was thick.
