The air held a faint lavender scent, mingling with the heat of our bodies, the city's distant hum barely audible through the large window we now faced.
Aeri sat on the wide window sill, her naked body framed by the breathtaking view of the city from the 12th floor—twinkling skyscraper lights stretching into the horizon, blending with the stars above. I stood beside her, equally fully naked, our clothes long forgotten in the heat of our earlier passion. The cool glass at her back contrasted with the warmth of the room, and the moment felt surreal, like we were floating above the world, untouchable in our own private bubble.
"How's the view?" I asked, my voice low, my eyes flicking to the cityscape, the lights dazzling like a sea of tiny flames.
