60 Seconds to Seduce

Ayira oba

Jack Clandestine,Ayira Oba

The fading sun bled gold through the grand windows, catching the dust motes dancing like tiny stars around her. He stood across the room, a silent question in the deep pools of his eyes, and the air grew thick with unspoken promises. Her breath hitched as he slowly closed the distance, his gaze a tangible caress that warmed her skin. The world narrowed to the space between them, filled only with the frantic rhythm of her own heart. His fingers, when they finally brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, were impossibly gentle, a whisper against her flushed skin. A shiver traced its way down her spine, not from cold, but from the sheer intensity of his nearness. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a magnetic pull she had no will to resist. Leaning in, his lips hovered a breath from hers, sharing the same air, a silent, aching plea. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, leaving only a raw, vulnerable hope. This single minute stretched into an eternity, a perfect, breathless prelude to a long-awaited beginning.