Age of desire

EL'S

ing a rhythm. A week since that night, and her face still haunted me-those dark ey

confidence, the way she owned herself made her different from the shallow girls I knew. She was real, mature, and she had set a fire in me that I'

across from me. His messy brown hair fell in his eyes, his grin cock

sprinted." My voice was light, but my chest tightened, reme

e's laughing about it." He leaned forward, smirking. "You

my cash, my name, my charm. But her? She didn't give a shit, and that maturity, that

like that.

ep dreaming. You gonna sign those contracts

scanning the crowded tables, and there she was, near the bar. She was talking to that blonde friend from the club. Her black hai

muttered, standin

ed. "Good l

oice pulling me like a magnet. She was mid-sentence,

stra

iend grinned, sipping a drink, but I only saw her-lips

She said,

he bar, keeping it casual, though my

her drink, smirking

ossed. "Why? Thought we were done?" Her tone was sh

could ask you to dinner." My voice dropped, teas

ace. "That was a one-night thing, not supposed to mean anything." He

Bullshit, Si. He's hot and he's here, t

ed, but her lips twitched,

just fuck you." My words were blunt, but my tone softened, letting her see I meant it. I

rching mine, torn. I coul

id, voice skeptical, bu

y hands, grinning. "Un

e good," L

te. But don't get cocky." Her voice was tough, but

nding it over. "Your number. And

gers quick. "Sienna." She handed i

ow it felt. "Tonight, seven. Th

, who was grinning like a child, and I w

ing. "Smooth, man. She

r-her walls, her heat, the way she fought herself. I w

ing, jazz humming low. I'd picked it for her-classy, not too flashy, a spot to talk, to get that real side of her i craved. My f

kicked up, but the words hit like a punch: HEY, SORRY, I CAN

clean and cold, like she thought one text could erase what we'd done. Her maturit

ne. She thought she could close the door but I'd work for it; earn her trust, her b