Brando had only ever seen her body under flashing club lights, swaying on stage, the music pounding through the air like a heartbeat. Back then, her beauty had been framed by distance, by rules—touching was forbidden, the customers forced to admire from afar. But now… here it was, in front of him, inches away. No stage. No rules. Nothing stopping him from doing whatever he wanted.
Amber's lips lingered on his, coaxing him into the moment. Brando's thoughts tangled—he knew he should step back, remind himself of where he was and why—but her nearness made it hard to think at all. Her hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair, drawing him closer until the faint rhythm of her breathing matched his own.
The city sounds outside seemed to fade, replaced by the soft rustle of fabric and the quickening beat of his heart. She pulled away just enough to look at him, her eyes shimmering in the low light.
